Twice The Trouble

Chapter 15: Sweeter Than Candy

Sophia

Saturday!

My most favorite day of the week!

Not that I dislike school,but everyone needs a break. After all, I was a mortal being, and I can vouch that our species require peace and relaxation every now and then.

What shall I do today? Read a book? Write a poem? Work on my online story? Play video games with Stacy? We usually play with our cousins, Ate Joey, Bro Benny, Bro Mack, and our friend, Bro Allan, but they all had work today.

A metaphoric light-bulb lit up above my head as I brushed my teeth in front of the mirror.

I leisurely changed into a Marcus Young shirt--he was my and Stacy's favorite singer--and a pair of army-print shorts, and tucked my feet into a cozy pair of midnight-colored flip flops.

My long brown hair was still damp, so I wore it down and encircled my lime scrunchie around my right wrist before I stealthily tip-toed out of our bedroom, where Stacy was sound asleep.

She slept in on Saturday mornings. It was an unspoken rule that nobody disturb her beauty rest.

I had left a sticky note on her forehead about my agenda for the day before I headed out.

The minute I stepped outside, into the faintly humid air, a sure sign that it had rained before the sun came up. And I was sure that it would rain again later. The sky was blue and cloudy, and as I squinted through my rimless oval glasses, I could spot the sun hiding behind the fluffy clouds.

Should I bring an umbrella? My destination was only walking distance. I could run if it rains.

Before my resolve could break like a twig, I dashed away from the house and fast-walked the few blocks that served as a gap between our home and the family bakery, which had just opened.

I stood back and arched my head backward to gaze up at the frilly and homey signage.

SENTIMENTAL SWEETS was printed in pink text against a long white rectangle above the door.

Ever since Ate Jolene and Bro Benny were kids, this business had been the source of income for Mama May and Papa Ben, whom were my and Stacy's adoptive parents. We were both orphans.

Setting aside my gloomy thoughts, I snapped out of my reverie and pushed open the glass door which had the sign dangling from a suction cup:

COME IN! WE'RE OPEN! MONDAYS TO FRIDAYS 6AM-9PM SAT & SUN 8AM-8PM

My brown eyes raked over the comfy interior of the spacious bakery.

The tiles were plain white, and plentiful round beige tables were surrounded by deep brown chairs, while the four walls came in an enticing shade of pink,alluring yet youthful.

Besides having a scrumptious menu, one of the reasons SS was highly popular and successful was because of the convenient ventilation. A lone air-conditioner from behind the long L-shaped wooden counter blew out a comfortable temperature.

Not to mention, the employees here were charming and attractive as fudge.

The bakery didn't require much workers. All it needed was a cashier,a baker, a cleaner, and a delivery man. As for the management and finances, Mama May and Papa Ben handled those.

It really does help to have multi-talented and helpful cousins and friends.

Bro Mack, Bro Benny, and their friend, Bro Allan, majored in business, finances and accountancy, so they were a big help to the family business whenever they were available.