Tuesday arrived with a vengeance, the morning leading to a storm through the door of Victory Cupcakes.
“Sorry, I'm sorry," Tuesday said, catching her breath.
“For what?" Polly asked, adding a fresh batch of her signature sweet treats cupcakes to the displays. The name written into the icing of each.
“I'm late!"
“You're pregnant? Congratulations!"
“No, I mean late for work!"
“You are?"
“I was slated to open today," Tuesday said.
“Oh well, no harm done. No one has come in yet, and Sasha and Erika are here."
“Where?" Tuesday asked.
“That's a good question," Polly said, looking around at the empty bakery.
“They do have a tendency to disappear," Tuesday said, “and you were in the kitchen all morning, going by the tray of treats."
“Yeah
