The cake was one of my most successful creations: dense, bright red layers of buttery sweetness hiding under an innocent white cloak of cream cheese frosting.
My mother and I insisted that my niece and brother take ALL the leftover cake home. My niece took cake home to her roomate, Molly Pan, an actress who is now based in Chicago. My brother took cake home and put it in his refrigerator.
My sister-in-law was up early the next morning to feed her vacation- ing brother’s rabbits before work. She opened the refrigerator, saw red velvet cake, and was back in elementary school.
She stayed home sick from school and got up in the middle of the day. Her mother had already done a half day's work. She was drinking coffee and eating cake.
The young patient's appetite improved. "Can I have some cake"?
"No. No, you can’t have cake for breakfast. You need to have cereal."
"I don’t want cereal. I want cake"!
Tears didn’t produce cake for breakfast; she had cereal. She told herself that someday, she was going to have CAKE for BREAKFAST.
My sister-in-law reached for the red velvet cake and crossed another thing off her bucket list.