-Khloe Anderson-
I generously put the toppings on for the pizzas I'd planned on making for the afternoon, biting my lower lip and concentrating on the task at hand. It was rush hour and customers were calling to place orders or stepping in for lunch or to pick up their boxes of goodies.
I'd been back in New York for two days and had basically been in a hurry from my apartment to the shop, and back. Many people were placing orders for wedding cakes although they wouldn't be married until summer. My staff had done a marvelous job in the months I'd been away. They knew of the circumstances of my injury and why I hadn't been to work in a while. However, keeping it as a secret incident, they knew that they couldn't tell anyone. All everyone else knew is that I'd taken a very long vacation.
