Taking the Cake
“It’ll keep for a few days, won’t it?” they ask. My eyes get big. I smile nervously. “What’s wrong?” they ask. “I’m not sure I can be trusted with it,” I say. The last quarter of the delicious dense spice cake with thick buttercream frosting sat on the pink stand with a pedestal. If it stayed within my sight, I knew that in a matter of a few days —or possibly a few hours—-I could polish it off with ease. With a hot cup of chai or a cool glass of milk, it would be my perfect breakfast, snack, or
