22
Sadie
We sold out right after lunch.
“That went great!” Jasmine crowed as she scraped the last of the mac ’n cheese from the metal pan.
“I hope it made a sizable dent in your debt,” Erika said.
“I don’t understand why the loan companies insist that it was you who took out all those loans and credit cards. Your father’s name is on them too.”
“They can’t find my father,” I said, irritated, as we began to pack up. “And I never filed a police report. They told me, well, what if he’s dead and you took out all those loans and are pretending you didn’t,” I said bitterly. “It was one last ‘fuck you’ from him and Moonbeam.”
“Has he texted you since a few nights ago?” Erika asked.
“No.”
“What are you going to do?”
“If I were Veronica Mars, I would lure him here and have a whole police sting waiting.” I sighed and balled up a wad of plastic wrap. “I just need to work hard and pay it off. Maybe I can start selling food from a pop-up stand. People liked the biscuits, right?”
“It’s on Instagram, and there’s a whole post on the Harrogate Facebook group about how awesome your food was.”
“What if I did start selling food full time?” I said hopefully. “I could make all the money back in…” I looked at Amelia. “You’re the science genius.”
She did a quick calculation in her head. “If you have a pop-up restaurant as successful as today’s stand, minus all your expenses, you should be debt free in twenty years.”
“Gah! Still, it’s a step in the right direction.”
“Maybe you could combine forces with Ida,” Erika snickered. “Door-to-door sex toys and food!”
* * *
“Now that yourbiscuits are so successful, you should concentrate on your virginity problem,” Jasmine said when we were back at her house.
“I can’t,” I groaned and flopped over on the couch.
“Give me your phone. We’re going to make you a nice Tinder profile. No more bougie dating sites. You’re diving into the shark pit.” Erika held out her hand.
“First you need sexy pictures,” Jasmine said. “You’re still wearing your nice dress, so now is the perfect time.”
“Push up those tatas!” Erika said, taking my wine glass and propping me up on the couch.
“I can’t.”
“I’ll give you your wine if you take a nice picture.”
I did my best fifties pinup girl pose with the kissy face.
“Cute!” Jasmine said as she snapped the picture. Of course she made me look two hundred percent better, because Jasmine is just awesome at everything.
“She needs a witty phrase on her profile,” Erika said.
“What about ‘Buy my V-card—one box of wine.’”
“No!” I exclaimed.
“Kidding!” Jasmine assured me. “Fun-loving baker! Come taste my biscuits!”
