Breadwinner
The smell of baking bread wafted from the kitchen into the living room and over to the front door as I came home. I love the smell of fresh- baked bread. Wally knows it, which is why he made baking his new hobby ever since he gave up on finding a new job. I put down my purse and drifted into the kitchen, clicking my tongue. "Wally, we've still got three rolls left from the last batch!" I gestured to the basket sitting on the counter that held three breads that resembled fat hot dog...