open. âGoing in?â he asked me.
I nodded and walked inside.
Three men and a lady sat at the counter; not one of them looked happy. Stuffed fish hung on the wall. They didnât look happy either. There wasnât much to this long, thin place. The sausages on the grill looked good, though.
âYou know what they did now, Wayne?â one of the men asked.
A man with red hair was standing at the grill. âCan my heart take it, Clay?â
âThe prisonâs putting Tommy out of business. All those promises they were going to buy from himâjust a pack of lies.â
Wayneâs face got pink and splotchy. He reached down, got a rubber ball, and threw it at a buzzer on the wall that buzzed loud. The ball dropped into a net below. âThey canât do that!â
âTheyâre doing it, boy.â
âTheyâre doing it,â the men and lady said.
I stepped forward, tried to have stage presence like Mama taught me. âExcuse me.â
They all turned to look. Angry Wayne flipped the sausages. âYou lost?â
Sure feels that way, mister. I missed Marietta Morningstar and her little pink bake shop.
âIâm new in town and Iâm a baker and I was wondering, sir, if I could help you in the kitchen. You wouldnât have to pay me or anything. Iâd just like to learn. I did this in Memphis.â
âDonât hire children,â he said.
âI understand. I just want to help.â
âDonât need no help.â
I looked around at the dead fish hanging on the wall. This seemed to be a popular decorating choice in Culpepper. My eyes stopped on a scratched, plastic box with boring sweet rolls inside. Iâd say you need help, sir.
âI brought some samples. Iâve got chocolate chip muffins and vanilla cupcakes.â I opened the Bake and Take. âWould you like to try one, Mr. Wayne?â
He sniffed, which might mean yes. The ladyâs eyes popped. âI havenât had a cupcake in I donât know when,â she said. âAre these free?â
âTheyâre free today, but Mr. Wayne, I donât want to be a bother.â I figured he wasnât a cupcake man, so I handed him a muffin.
He held it up and studied it. This is what food people do.
âI use a touch of corn flour,â I told him. âMakes it chewy.â
He took a bite, and I saw a little sparkle in his eyes. He took his time chewing itâit was like he was moving it from side to side in his mouth. Iâve seen people tasting wine like that on the Food Network. He took a gulp of coffee, took another bite.
âYou made this?â
I nodded. âItâs got butter andââ
âI know what itâs got. What else you make?â
âI make pumpkin muffins, apple cinnamon ones, banana bread, pineapple upside-down cake, cupcakesââ
âVanilla cupcakes,â the woman whispered.
âI ainât deaf, Betty.â
âI need a cupcake.â Betty grabbed one and took a bite. âOh, now Iâm in heaven!â
The two men at the counter each took a muffin and gobbled it down. Betty licked every last bit of frosting off the paper liner like a little kid and put her hand over her heart. Wayne turned back to the grill and fried up some onions.
A man who looked like a policeman came in and sat at the counter. âWhatâs good today?â
âCupcakes,â Betty told him.
âReally?â He looked at what Iâd brought. âHow much?â
âDollar,â Wayne said.
I coughed and motioned Wayne over. âYou should charge more, sir.â
âDollar fifty, Sheriff. Not a penny less for fresh baked.â
âGimme two.â
I handed him two. They were gone fast. âThis is a fine cupcake.â He brushed crumbs off his pants. âHeard Zeke got jumped at the prison. Wasnât paying attention.â
âGotta pay attention,â the others