Those cupcakes are ready for you to take to the Minotaur.” Her Aunt Chrissie bustled out of the back, a tray of beautifully frosted zombie cupcakes arranged neatly on a tray in the shape of Frankenstein’s head. “Oh, those are great!” God, the cuteness, with their little pink icing brains sticking out. “Liam said the knitters were getting together with the yoga warriors to watch Night of the Living Dead in the back room.” Chrissie adored Liam and Elijah both, and would totally bake things for them she would never make for Shiloh, which always made Shiloh laugh. “Bella would be pleased.” Chrissie chuckled. “Bella’s with Jenn. That’s what she wanted. Are you guys coming to the Fourth of July picnic later?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Good. Tell Elijah I need more of that sandalwood laundry soap.” “I will.
