“I dy” Mrs. Sommers said “some more cake? It’s Moe’s specialty.”
Idy looked down at the little girl on her lap. “What do you say Lulu? Should we share another piece?”
Lulu’s blond curls shook up and down.
Toby stroked baby Devorala’s silky cheek and adjusted the soft lavender blanket more snuggly around her tiny newborn shoulders. “I’ve loved this cake ever since I was a little girl.”
