There are six cakes in the garage freezer. Plus two on the kitchen counter and one we gave away. There may be nothing more small town than Grandview's annual Cake Walk, the musical chairs, the happy volume in the gymnasium, the disappointed tantrums (lasting split seconds, only until somebody notices and shares an extra cake). The bleachers are lined with cakes from edge to edge and top to bottom. I bet a thousand people attend, and I don't think anyone goes home without cake.
While Tucker played percussion with the middle school band, Hank danced around the rings with friends, tickets spilling from his pockets, the biggest pageant smile plastered across his face.
1 comment:
Yummy cake! Great jacket!
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