"A bake sale." Janie said, though she was never involved in those things. The time she tried to sell a cake, it was hard enough to be used as a doorstop. She walked past Chester and towards the kitchen, where she assumed Katie would be if it was almost dinner time.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2013-01-19 01:12 am (UTC)