“A hobbyist?”
“No,” Emma admitted, “I work at an artisanal bakery, so I know my way around an iced cookie.”
This seemed to startle Doreen, who’d either never asked Kathy what Emma did for a living, or had forgotten when told. She patted her awkwardly on the back.
“Good job,” said Doreen. She paused before continuing. “Baking is a wonderful skillset to have—you know, I’m always trying to teach Kathy my recipes, but she is just not interested—”
“Mom!” Kathy interrupted, her head in her hands.
“Well, it’s true!”
“I think I need to get cleaned up,” Kathy said, hurrying to finish wiping down the surfaces. “Emma, do you want to come with me?”
Emma hesitated. “I really wanted to decorate the rest of the—”
“Please.”
Emma sighed. There was no way she could resist the puppy-dog eyes Kathy w
