Chapter 14: The Nick Of Time

There was no focus to be had. Even with the cupcakes helping him through the day, his mind kept going back. To that morning at Victory Cupcakes and everything that had happened there.

The day had started off so well. Up early, he wasn’t tired, letting him get a good start on the day. Better than usual, the extra time felt more like a gift than a responsibility. There was nothing particular to do, and time to do it in, allowing me to choose what it might be.

Dressed in his happiest suits, the one that was only seen rarely, except for special occasions, he called on Chatterton and made a course for victory cupcakes.

“We have arrived, sir,” Chatterton said.

The boutique bakery looked empty, at least from the outside. Not a soul to be seen though the big windows out front, decorated with tasteful paintings of cupcakes, in vivid blues and pinks. None but for Tuesday, standing guard behind the counter like a ghost haunting the place.