“Sugar’s Cookies were sold on virtually every college campus in the United States. The cookie lady, as Mrs. Sugar was called, became a household word by the middle of the sixth year, and franchises were offered to the public at half a million dollars each. On a bleak, snow-filled day two weeks before Christmas, in their seventh year of business, Ruby opened her front door to greet Marty Friedman, Alan Kaufman, and her investment banker, Silas Ridgely. “Oh, uh, come in. Gee, it’s snowing . . . ah..., whatever it is you’ve come for will have to wait till Dixie gets here. Sit down ... no, not here, I hate living rooms, in the kitchen. I’ll make coffee. There are some cookies on the counter . . . I have to get dressed . . . it’s Andrew, isn’t it? No, don’t tell me ... someone got sick from the cookies and is suing me. I’ll be right back. The ... ah, the coffee is over there in the can. Six scoops, seven cups of water . . . I’ll be right down,” she said, racing up the steps.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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