Bananas Foster And A Dead Mobster - Plot & Excerpts
The sun is blaring down on the pavement, and even though we're underneath a covered walkway, my forehead is still simmering. I wish I could whip my shirt off like Jeff without being stared at. We lost Cole and Jeff at the boiled crawfish stand, and Georgina stayed behind to catch up on some much-needed sunbathing. I look ahead of us for the familiar sight of elaborate cakes and stacks of colorful bars all made out of soap. I keep getting distracted. "Look at this," I gasp, holding a sparkly Mardi Gras mask up to my face. "It's so glittery." "Put that away," Bree says, nudging my arm. She points off in the distance to a bright and cheery soap stand with a line of customers waiting to ring up their purchases. "Here we go again." I head toward the soap booth. The first person I see is Bonnie. She smiles, wearing a sleeveless cotton dress that falls to her sandals. She's ditched the homemade vest made out of yarn and instead is wearing two strands of beads as earrings.
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