Then she places the tiny cake on the fork and ladles the pink fondant over it. When she lifts it out, I see that it’s actually two layers of cake with raspberry jam in the middle. “Let me show you.” With a deft hand, she uses a small cookie cutter to slice out a square of sponge cake. “So what’s this stuff?” I ask, pointing to the vaguely icing-like goo. She places a hand to the side of her lips and whispers to me, “Honestly, I practically forgot the thing was sitting there.” “Are we getting the piano fixed?” I gesture to the workman hovering over the old upright. “Cool.” I stow my bag and poster board beneath the counter and go wash my hands. “I’ve already tried one,” Mom says from her usual place at the end of the counter. “You’re just in time to learn to make petit fours!” Gran grins at me, delighted. A tiny piece of cake is suspended on the end of a fork, and she’s pouring some thick pink liquid over it. My grandmother looks up from what she’s doing, which is … something mysterious. So maybe it was lucky.Ĭhloe lost her friends … but now she’s friends with Rupert. But she seemed to understand the cupcake cause - and she loaned me her lucky necklace.Īnd having Meghan’s mother want to ban the cupcakes seemed unlucky, but it gave me a chance to get to know Meghan better. Like, running into Annie at the drugstore seemed unlucky at first. I don’t want to have to stand next to her in line, so I pretend like I’m still trying to decide which poster board to buy and stand in front of the school supplies for another five minutes, staring blankly and thinking about what she said. She smiles at me, then picks up her shampoo bottle.

Save the Cupcake! by Lisa Papademetriou