12
I listened for slippered feet as I pressed my ear against Frankie’s door. After a moment, the door cracked open. “This better be good,” Frankie muttered, barely able to hold open his dark eyes.
“It is! We’ve been trying to beat the Fairytale Chapel. We can’t beat them. It’s impossible! Like you said; they have more employees and more chapels. They’re better than us.”
“Thank you for repeating what I already said,” he said dryly. “I’m heading back to bed.”
I wedged my foot in front of the door as he was closing it. "We could have them down for the count by tonight with no way for them to reopen for business until next week.”
Frankie slowly brightened. “Which would be after the competition. We could win!” He beamed and hopped in place. “Tell me the plan.”
“Muffin.”
“Muffin?” he aske
