Three
Ellie
My partner in crime, Vikki Nelson, is already in the parking lot when I arrive at the bakery. She’s forty-two with auburn hair and green eyes. Her smooth, milky skin would make you think she’s in her mid-twenties. Every time she’s with her teenage daughter, people think they’re sisters.
“Happy late birthday,” she calls out, waiting for me by the back door. She’s carrying what looks to be a small pan of lasagna. “I know I texted you Saturday to wish it to you, but it’s not the same as saying it face to face.” I hug her hard and look down at the pan. She holds it up to me. “It’s for you. I made it last night. I thought we could eat it for lunch today.”
I hug her again. “You’re the best. Thank you so much. You know I love your lasagna.”
Vikki’s brows furrow and she giggles. “
