"How did it go?" Mama Pat asks.
It's two days after my date with Dean - the first time Mama Pat is working since that dramatic evening - and she's nearly bursting as she pulls out her ingredients for a batch of strawberry cupcakes. I'm guessing from her grin that she hasn't spoken to Dean yet.
"He's very nice," I say. "And you were right - he's really cute."
Her eyebrow rises. She knows me too well. "But?"