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Brooke
On Wednesday, Aaron took the evening shift—thankfully sans Clarissa—because his flight to Cabo left on Thursday morning and we wouldn’t see each other for two weeks after that.
“You didn’t make me a cake on my birthday,” he grumbled as I sifted flour into a bowl.
“That’s because you were on a health kick. I made you a vegetable lasagne and stuck candles in it, remember?”
Paulo preferred sugar to veggies, so he was getting a three-tier chocolate sponge with buttercream filling. Darla had promised to drop by and help us to eat it, even though it was her day off tomorrow. We each worked five days per week in the store—I covered Tuesdays and Wednesdays with Darla, Thursdays and Fridays with Paulo, and all three of us worked Saturdays.
Saturdays were my favourite days. Not only b
