up, Marla?” she asked. “You need help with the cake?”
“Uh…” I scanned the kitchen. I pointed toward the shelf over the refrigerator. “Can you grab that box for me? I hurt my back a little. I can’t reach it.”
“Ouch! When did you hurt yourself?”
“Preparing for the party. It’s not bad, I just don’t want to make it worse.”
She stepped up on her toes, stretching continue reading …
