Chapter SIX-PENELOPE

Five forty-five PM on Wednesday rolled around, and instead of being at home in my pjs with my TV on with warm, salty, buttery popcorn in an almost overflowing bowl on top of my lap, I was at the bakery, waiting for the mysterious MCR to pick up their order.

Yay. Not.

“I am here!” Avery called out before coming into the back.

I knew Rosie had tap class every week at this time at the same place I used to go to right on the corner. Avery usually waited in the little room designated for parents just inside the dance studio, but not where the children could see. Apparently, parents were a distraction that needed to be out of view.

Whatever.

“Where do you want me?” she asked.

“Ooh, over here,” I nodded at the workstation next to mine where I had a tray of fudge waiting to be cut and packaged.

Since I was going to be stuck here, I decided to get a jump on my fall flavors candy collections.