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When I found Marcy she seemed even more high-strung than I was. She was whipping cream so forcefully that it was a miracle it didn't all splatter on the person rolling out dough next to her.

I felt an instant sense of camaraderie and walked over since she was focusing too intently to see me wave. "Hey Marcy, are you too busy to make some jam-filled powdered donuts for a hungry pregnant lady?"

She gave me a strained smile, not bothering to stop her whipping frenzy. "I'm never too busy to help a pregnant woman in distress. I can get started on them as soon as this cream is done. Someone else can fill the cream puffs for Princess Rosenia."

Apparently, Marcy was already in the middle of making doughnuts for someone else because she began cutting circles out of the dough the kitchen girl next to her had been rolling out. She heated a pan with a shallow layer of oil and began dropping the dough circles in it.