“I don’t bake.”
“YOU DO NOW. Four dozen by tomorrow. Plane leaves at ten.”
“Four DOZEN?”
“Twenty-three guys on the roster, coaching staff, training staff, pilots. You should always give cookies to the pilots—they’re flying us through the air in a metal tube, they deserve cookies.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Call your girl. Be charming.”
Mackie
you want WHAT
Me
four dozen cookies by tomorrow morning
Mackie
Zach it is 11 PM
Me
the team loved them. They think I made them
Mackie
they think YOU made them
Me
Rodriguez told your dad I’ve been baking since juniors
Mackie
you burn TOAST
Me
I know
Mackie
my dad ate my cookie and someone else got credit
MY dad. MY cookie. YOUR credit
this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me
Me
worse than hiding our entirerelationship?
Mackie
SIGNIFICANTLY worse. You stole my cookie identity
Me
Barrett wants more
