Grace smiled as she took the flier and smoothed it out. "I know what you mean. I don't allow myself within a hundred yards of certain places because I know I'm absolutely without a single shred of willpower there."
She picked up her leather messenger bag, and pulled out a folder, and tucked the flier in there for safekeeping. While she had her bag, she pulled out her worn, fat dayplanner. Flipping to her contacts section, she took a piece of paper and pen and began writing down businesses and addresses.
"Here are some other places--some shops, some not--where it might be profitable to hang fliers. I've lived in Seattle my whole life, and have a fair amount of contacts through businesses and friends. She glanced up at Eden as she wrote. "A little networking never hurts."
Grace couldn't imagine that doing this, picking up clients here and there as Eden could, provided any sort of financial security. She wondered if Eden lived with her parents, or if she were on her own.
She slid the paper, filled with names and addresses, across the table to Eden. "Try these places. You might have more luck with a focused approach than a random one."