It’s bake sale day. Behind the stacked chairs in the school auditorium, I shake the can until my muscles scream with pain. I hurry back to my spot. I’m selling Mama’s rainbow frosted cupcakes. Our next-door neighbour, Mrs Clarkson, walks up to me. She’s pretty in crisp white linen, smelling of gardenias and talcum powder....
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