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Aram and Rossi's Bakery
Walking along the narrow brick sidewalk,Aram took a deep
breath.The air smelled of lemons and baked bread and coffee,coming
from Rossi's Italian Bakery.He was almost there.
Aram still couldn't believe his luck.All his friends were working boring
summer jobs-waiting tables and babysitting.And here he was,about
to start as an actual baker's assistant,doing what he loved.It was all
thanks to his Aunt Rita.She knew Mrs Rossi and had arranged
everything.It was the perfect experience for his future career.Rossi's
Bakery,he was sure,would one day be known as the place where he got
his start.
Ah,here he was -the bakery.A faded wooden sign over the door
read "Rossi's Bakery."Aram straightened his shoulders and entered.Mrs
Rossi was sitting at the counter,looking old and wise.Aram greeted her
and stuck out his hand.Mrs Rossi looked at it for a second before turning
around and waving him inside."I'm ready to learn every thing,"Aram
said.
"Great.Let's start with the cash register,"Mrs.Rossi said,"because
that's what you'll be doing."She showed him how to use the cash register.
It wasn't hard.The pastry trays were all marked by price,and there
weren't that many choices anyway."That's it?"Aram said,his heart
sinking."But when do we bake?"
"Bake?I order wholesale now.No more baking.I'm too old.,,Then
Mrs Rossi silently held up her hands.Aram took in her knotted,swollen
fingers,and he understood.A wave of disappointment struck him.
Sadness overwhelmed him so suddenly that he couldn't think of a word to
say.
He sighed,and Mrs Rossi sighed,too."I used to bake it all.Bread and
cakes.
And no one did it better than me.But that was when these things
worked,"said Mrs Rossi holding up her hands once more and glancing
across the shelves filled with empty bottles labeled with names of the
various ingredients(she once used.Suddenly she came alive,
waving her arthritic(关节炎的)hands."People used to line up around the
corner.Everyone