Do-Over Doughnuts

Batya offers to buy some, but Rivi frowns, shakes her head. “Not good enough,” she says, wagging her finger in mock rebuke. “We need homemade.” She raps her pen on her desk. “Anyone?”

Silence.

“Aw, come on,” Rivi says. “Don’t any of you bake? We need this party to be the most amazing party ever!”

I hesitate, then blurt out, “I can do it.”

Silence again as all turn to stare at me. My ears burn, and I rub my tongue along my top teeth.