Palm is the one we waited for. Seven years of driving past that corner, and every time the Lord saying the same thing: that will be a Kuppa Joy one day. It wasn't ours. Somebody else was already in it. We drove past anyway. One day we knocked and asked the tea shop already there if they'd move next door. They said yes.

Businesses don't just do that. That was the Lord making a way. It's one of our smaller rooms, and we've come to like it that way: enough space for the Bullard regulars to find each other, a hot chocolate filled to the literal top, and a staff who treat a small room as a reason to know everybody in it. Seven years is a long time to wait. He was never late.