Bakery Mary

Mary was the woman who ran the bakery. She didn't manage it, but she sure as shit ran the place.

Tough old Polish broad. About as wide as she was tall and cussed like a sailor.

When the blueberry muffins came out of the oven, you knew it. Not because you could smell them but because she came around to your area and let you know "Blueberry ready baby!"

She called everyone at the Tombs "baby" - whether you liked it or not.

If she didn't like you though you were also crowned "little fucking shit". She had a few of those at the store. Luckily, I was one of those that she liked, which was good because those muffins were damn good!!