Her husband is leaving to pursue his career as a pastor. Annie had dissastification of their marriage, they have very little money and two toddling sons.
Annie didn't want to leave her "precious babes" to anyone else's care. Her plan was to get both companies such as, the cotton gin and lumber mill to work for her. She pretty much told herself she was a decent/sturdy cook. So she could get the job.
One day to see if she was ready she placed stones in two five-gallon pails and carried them to the cotton gin. She rested a little, and then, discarding some rocks, she walked along the dirt road. On her way back to her little house and toddling babies, she dumped the remaining rocks along the path.
The next morning Annie wakes up and she gets ready to head over to the cotton gin. She sold her meat pies for a nickel each, at first buisness was slow. However day by day buisness increased.
For the nest few years, on balmy spring days, blistering summer days, and cold, wet, and wintry middays, Annie never disappointed her customers, who could count on seeing the tall brown-skin woman bent over on her brazier, carefully turning meat pies. She built a stall between the two hives of industry and let men run to her for their lunchtime provisions.
She had definitely stepped from the road that had idealy been chosen for her and cut herself a new path. In years that stall became a store where customers could buy cheese, meal, syrup, cookies, candy, writing tablets, pickles, canned goods, fresh fruits, soft drinks, coal, oil, worn-out shoes, and etc.