Chapter95

#Chapter95

Blue Lips

Maggie

Nash, Nixon, and I stood in the local grocery store's bakery section in front of glass cases.

/"A cake?/" I asked.

/"Yep,/" they both said.

/"Why a cake?/" I’m confused with the whole theory of getting a cake for something like blue balls until they explained it to me.

/"Because we must mourn what one has lost, and we love cake./" Nixon raised a finger, emphasizing his point.

They searched through the case until they found one with blue icing.

/"Perfect./" Nash pulled out a cake without writing. A genius can figure out why he picked this cake.

He took the cake to the baker, whispering to him. The baker shrugged, taking the cake to the back.

/"What did you say to him?/" I asked him.

/"You’ll see./" He shot Nixon a knowing expression.