Chapter 35: LaurenLauren took the last tray of oatmeal raisin cookies out of the oven and set it on the stove to cool before adding them to the other cookies already on a platter. She looked around the room, surprised at the quantity of baked goods that were scattered about, even though she knew she’d been channeling her frustrations into housework all day.
“I wonder if Victoria is sponsoring any bake sales this week.” Lauren frowned at Butterscotch, who was drooling all over her clean floor. “Don’t even think of it! You’ve put on enough weight already!” She shooed the dog outside and wiped up the puddle he’d left on the kitchen floor.
“Well, at least I’ve been productive in the last…” She looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Seven hours? They’ve been gone seven hours! No art museum
