“Are you quite sure you don’t want to be Unabelle’s flower girl?” Miss Theo asked, her spoonful of Lucky Charms quivering just shy of her mouth.
“Completely quite sure,” Luci said. She’d polished off the Fruit Loops in crunchy short order. The roof of her mouth was a tad sore, but her sugar craving was at least assuaged, while leaving room for the beignets she had her sights set on.
“But you’d get to strew rose petals in Unabelle’s path, Luci dear,” Miss Weena said, disbelief predominant in her fluting voice. Fruity Pebbles was her all-too-appropriate breakfast of choice.
“Not everyone wants to strew rose petals.” Miss Hermi put her faint but pursuing opinion into the mix. She liked Captain Crunch. She’d always, Luci recalled, had a soft spot for a man with a mustache.
“I’ve always wan
