WHO Rosie May Kincaid & Jay Hayes WHAT And she said, let them eat cake! WHEN Late in the evening on April 1st
So here was Rosie May, in the kitchen performing some womanly duties on her own time, in the sight of no one else. It was nearing That Time of the Month, which called for a need to fulfill her cravings and one such craving was cake. Yes, cake. Sweet, delicious, cake. Red velvet cake, right out of the box, three layers up and filled with some strawberry goo that looked nasty, tasted delicious. Topped off with a entire tub of frosting, the cake would of made any Betty Crocker in-training proud. Heck, it would of made any woman proud, standing there on the plate, two inches of frosting going 'round, and a lone, slightly gone-bad, yet still edible, strawberry perched in the direct center.
Rosie reckoned, this late at night (and with the handwritten sign on a paperplate next to it of 'Do Not Touch- DIRE CONSEQUENCES!') that no one would bother with the dessert, nor would they find it, especially after the cookie debacle earlier this day. Sure, it was left in plain sight, but she had cleaning up to do, and hung up her apron before walking back to her room for fuzzy bunny slippers and to wash her hands.