#5 Icing on the Cake (6 page)

I was skeptical with the worker being so forthcoming. I didn't know her. My parents had always taught me to be diplomatic and never say anything that you can't take back about someone. In addition, I was taught to never cosign with somebody who is saying something negative about somebody else, even if you agree.

“I'm Yuri,” I said, holding out my hand and intentionally not answering her.

“Hey, I'm Rhonda.”

“Nice to meet you. How long have you been working here?”

“Too long,” Rhonda said, pointing to the clock. “I'm ready to go now, but I've got three hours left.”

“Rhonda!” We heard Ms. Pinky yell from the back. “Why'd you open up the new milk?”

“Because the other one had a bad date on it,” Rhonda said boldly and sarcastically like Ms. Pinky was asking a dumb question.

M. Pinky screamed back, “You did what? Rhonda you know the rules! I'm deducting your
pay. Yuri get back here, let me show you! Maybe you won't be as stupid as that nut I've got working for me.

“She thinks I'm gonna help her kill folks? She's crazy,” Rhonda uttered flippantly.

“What do you mean?” I asked. But before Rhonda could answer Ms. Pinky yelled out again.

The uptight new boss of mine, screamed out, “Yuri! How long does it take to get back here? It's just five steps! And don't let Rhonda fill your head up with lies. I'm trying to save the business here. Customers will be alright.”

I opened up the swinging door and said, “I don't know what you mean. Customers will be alright? Do you sell outdated food?”

“So I go a couple days over the expiration date. Nobody's dying from it. I do that with a bunch of my ingredients here. I'm not the only shop, so don't look all bent out of shape about it.” She said as my eyes widened with fright. “Now quit looking around. Come here. I need your help.”

“Yes, ma'am, what do you need?”

She opened up the refrigerator. “The health inspector is going to be here in a second. I need to switch out this stuff. Put the right dates all lined up nice and pretty in a row, so when they check everything, I'll be in good status.”

In my mind I wanted to tell her, “
Are you serious about this? You want to put the right things out only to pass a test?
” But I said nothing. I just followed her out the back door to her car, and when she popped her trunk, she had all new supplies with current dates. We took the outdated supplies that she was actually using and put them in her car.

Ms. Pinky proudly explained, “When they leave, we'll switch it back out. I'll go to my house and put these newer ones away, and then I'll use them next month or the month after that.”

The lady was really insane, and when she heard the chime on the door, she smiled. “Great. We finished just in time. And not a word of this. No one outside of folks who work here knows our little secret.”

I wasn't naïve enough to not understand that some people did cheat their way to the
top. I guess I just never imagined they did it in the dessert business. When something looks scrumptious and you try it, it's not supposed to harm you.

Ms. Pinky went into sweetie-pie-mode. Watching her interact with the health inspector and his assistant was a joke. Knowing who she really was, I hated watching her being all fake. Clearly the people knew her because they laughed together.

While Ms. Pinky schmoozed to make herself and her shop appear perfect, I stood over with Rhonda and asked, “Does this happen all the time?”

Rhonda leaned in and quietly told all to me. “You ain't seen the half of it. Every night she takes what we don't sell, and instead of throwing them away, she puts them in the refrigerator. Yeah, she'll take off the old icing. But to make them look all pretty and fresh again the next day, she nukes it in the microwave and then puts the frosting on before she serves it. She never cooks a new batch until the old ones are all sold. Now that's not what her sign says, but that's the truth.”

The sign in the window read,
Made fresh daily
. Hearing what Rhonda was telling me let me know Ms. Pinky was a bigger fraud than I thought. I couldn't believe Rhonda and I both knew Ms. Pinky wasn't operating right, but neither of us were saying anything to the health inspector.

What was happening to me? I wasn't a shy girl. I stayed in my lane, maybe because I stepped outside of it helping Logan when she was in trouble. I decided not to ever go down that path again—like telling my mom about my Dad being sick or telling the health inspector about Ms. Pinky's trifling, illegal ways. I knew my reasons, and I knew I'd probably never forgive myself if something happened to a consumer. Ms. Pinky taught me my first lesson, and it wasn't that cutting corners was the best way to go. Oh no, she taught me that you can dress it all up to make it look all good, but if it's bad on the inside, it's rotten. Though she was smiling from ear to ear when the health inspector handed her a score of 99, I hoped she would not continue to get away with this. Some kind
of way, I was going to have to get out of being under her. I already thought she was slick, now I knew she was slimy. Not the type of person at all with whom I wanted to be associated.

After the coast was clear, she turned to us and said, “Oh, a 99 girls! Thank you both! Stick with me Yuri, and I'll show you how it's done.”

I didn't know Rhonda well. However, when she looked at me and I looked at her, our thoughts were aligned, like we'd known each other forever. Ms. Pinky was crazy if she thought I wanted to stick with her. There was absolutely no way. But when she handed me a broom and handed Rhonda a mop, I realized I was stuck until I figured out a different plan.

“We haven't had any customers today. Why are we sweeping and mopping?” Rhonda looked at Ms. Pinky.

“Because I'm paying you. I'm going to the back to bake for the catering job. It's not like I'm doing nothing. You need to do what I say. Besides, I've got to take off and go get my kids. It's
tough being a single mother,” Ms. Pinky said as Rhonda mouthed those exact words behind her head. “I see you, Rhonda.” Ms. Pinky quickly turned around. “I've got eyes in the back of my head, Yuri. Watch this one. I'll be back in a few!”

“But, what if somebody comes in?” I asked, not knowing how to take care of a customer.

“Rhonda will tell you what to do. But whatever you do, don't throw away any products.”

She didn't have to tell me that. I'd already gotten that message. She wasn't going to throw it away. She was going to reserve it, figure out a way that it could stay on the shelves and be available for customers until it was sold.

When she trotted off to the back, Rhonda vented, “I gotta find someplace else to work. Ms. Pinky was telling me that your dad's about to be the mayor. He can hire me as a janitor. I've got to get out of here!”

“So why do you stay if you don't like it?”

“Because, she's one of the best pastry chefs I know. I'm gonna be in the back. I'm trying not to be here all night. I've got to finish this catering order.”

“What if somebody comes in?”

She gave me a five second lesson on the cash register. Rhonda rushed through every step. I was smart, but I wasn't as smart as Sloan. She could pick up anything. I needed to hear fast info a couple of times. However, Ms. Pinky called Rhonda, and my helper jetted to the back.

“But I don't know what you just told me!” I shouted out.

“It'll come to you. Besides, nobody is coming in,” Rhonda said as we both heard the door chime.

I bent down so Rhonda would have no choice but to help me. Rhonda rushed back over where I was. I was super thankful she had my back.

I was confused, when Rhonda uttered, “Oh, it's just you. Help her. I've got work to do in the back.”

Standing to my feet, I smiled seeing Paris smiling back at me. “You?”

“Yeah, me. I work here in the evenings some days,” he said.

“You mean your aunt actually pays you?”

“No.” He looked at me, and we both laughed. “So you figured her out already, huh?”

“There're some things I'm figuring out about her that are real suspect.”

“I don't want to talk about her anymore,” he said as he came around to a side by me.

His eyes held interest. Butterflies were swirling in my tummy. When he placed his hand on mine his were cold, so I jerked away.

“Sorry.”

I playfully popped him in the gut. “Yeah, you're freezing.”

“It is December, you know,” Paris replied. “What's going on with you and Onyx?”

Exhaling, I got serious. “I don't know. I guess I put my nose someplace where it didn't belong, and they're not going to let me forget.”

“Well, hopefully they'll back off knowing you got more friends than they counted.”

“Yeah, hopefully.” I looked down.

I heard him blowing on his hands. Then I felt his finger under my chin. He turned my face toward his. His hand wasn't so cold anymore, but the warmth in his eyes drew me in.

He whispered, “I don't want you to be afraid.”

Stepping back, I said, “I didn't want you to get other people involved. I mean, I'm thankful you did, don't get me wrong. I'm so grateful, but I feel terrible about this. My sisters, you guys, y'all just came from out of nowhere, and this can get really ugly.”

“It could. But this is bigger than you, Yuri.”

I shook my head. “I don't understand.”

“A lot of us came from the same school last year. When the gang first started, people were getting seriously hurt. We don't want that to be the same case at Marks. If we don't stick together, then we're all in trouble. It'd be you today and somebody else tomorrow. So don't feel bad we're involved.”

“I just hate there's really nothing we can do. My dad's about to be the mayor, your dad's the superintendent of the schools, and it's just like we're darned if we do and darned if we don't. You say something, it gets worse. You don't say anything, it's getting worse. I don't know what to do.” I threw up my hands, and he put his around my waist.

In his embrace, he mesmerized me when he said, “Maybe we should just forget about that and focus on something else.”

“I don't know what you mean,” I said, completely bashful at that moment.

“Let me take you out on a date.”

“You drive?” I asked him, remembering he was also a sophomore.

“No, but I know people who do. Let me worry about that. You just say you'll go out with me.”

I paused for a long while, and then I heard Rhonda's voice from the back. “Say yes, or I will!”

Paris and I both let out laughter. He was a cutie. I wanted to rub my hands all through his smooth, blonde hair.

“Do I need to go ask her?” he finally said, but I wouldn't let him move when he tried to tug away. “So you'll go out with me?”

Feeling better than I had in a long while, I said, “Yes.”

CHAPTER FOUR

I was so happy when the weekend came. No more school until Monday, and no more Ms. Pinky for at least a couple of days. I still wanted to talk to my mother about how upside down my life seemed, but when I went in to talk to her, she was heavily involved in a case.

“Come on in, baby,” she said as she motioned of me to come sit.

Shaking my head, I said, “No, I see you're working.”

She put down her pen. “I've always got time for you.”

“You're so sweet, Mom, but we're so selfish. Always needing your time. It's the weekend; you're working. Obviously you're on a deadline, so I can come back another time.”

Before I could leave, she got up and stopped me. “Are you excited about your date?” Earlier in the week I asked her if it was okay if I went out with Paris. Since I was going out with Slade, her boyfriend, Charlotte, and her date, my mom was okay with it. I hadn't seen my dad around for much of the week, but because my mom had signed off on it, all was good.