The three of them hadn’t shared a group hug in a while—or ever, for that matter. It was weird but wonderful, and Rose blinked back tears. “What are you doing here?” she asked. “Did you get Mom and Dad out? Where’s Leigh?” Ty’s spiky red hair stood tall like the proud coxcomb of a rooster. Sage’s freckled, pudgy cheeks were like glowing orbs. The boys stood with their arms crossed proudly across their matching white T-shirts. Rose thought they looked like angels. She had never been gladder to see two people in her life. “Who are these fine young men?” Marge asked. She burped, then clapped a hand over her lips. “Excuse me,” she said. “I’ve . . . eaten one too many Glo-Balls.” Sage nodded at the bloated Head Baker. “It happens to the best of us,” he said. “Marge, these are my brothers,” said Rose. “Thyme and Sage. And these,” Rose continued, indicating the bakers scattered across the floor, “are the Mostess Corporation Head Bakers. Now,” she said.
