“Hey, I thought you
were going to work,” she said, setting her jacket onto the back of a chair.
“Yeah,
well, no use going if Alec doesn’t get up til noon. It’s not like I can do
anything without his approval,” Wendy replied.
She smiled at her sister as she scooped cookies off a baking sheet and
set them to cool. “Soooo?”
“Don’t
judge me,” May Lyn said, staring hungrily at the cookies.
Wendy
paused with the cookie-laden spatula halfway to a colorful storage tin. “I’ll
have you know my cookies are the most non-judgemental, unbiased and
unprejudiced baked goods around. See for yourself,” she said putting the cookie
temptingly under her sister’s nose. She smiled as May grabbed the cookie,
taking a bite, moaning in delight and closing her eyes as she ate it.
“You
make the most wonderful cookies,” she moaned, taking another bite. “Always
have.”
