CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
"Why don't you like Danger?" Angie asked Kylie a day later. The two were working on an order to supply cupcakes for a computer tech school graduation party hosted by the thrilled and well-heeled parents of a graduate. They had invited most of the class and their parents to the party and wanted something different. One hundred "computer cupcakes" were just the thing.
Angie and Kylie had been making little sugar laptops to put on top of the frosting. It had taken a while to come up with a design that made sense when tiny. Putting running legs on an oblong gray square with eyes and a mouth seemed to convey the right image.
When Angie realized those cupcakes needed to be delivered to Menlo Park, far south of the city, at the same time as she needed to be making two batches
