teacakes of the southwestern world; august 9, 2013
When Rebecca told me she was having a luncheon at the house tomorrow, she asked if I could make something that wasn’t cupcakes. She thought that because it was early, cupcakes might have been a little heavy for afternoon tea. Thankfully, I had just the thing. Getting the recipe, however, was going to take a little help. That’s why—after I took a seat by the window on the bus—I pulled out my phone to dial Ace. It was still early in Franklin, so there was a chance he wouldn’t answer.
“Gracie?” When he did answer, after four rings, he sounded like I woke him up. I wasn’t surprised. It had to be just after 4:00 in the morning. I felt guilty, but he was still on summer break.