On Friday, I float through the day, hardly a care in the world. I tell Belinda to be at my house at seven o’clock Saturday night, with all of their equipment. She says, “I’m so glad you changed your mind.” Like I had a choice? Friday evening, right after dinner, Madison takes me grocery shopping because Mom is busy closing a deal. Whatever that means. I think it means she’s sold a house. Or almost sold a house and is trying to get the paperwork signed to make it official. Madison is a huge help and suggests items I hadn’t even thought of getting, like some cartons of lemonade so we have something to drink besides water. We also buy paper plates, cups, and napkins, and all of the stuff I need to make the cake pops and cookies. “Are you feeling pretty good?” Madison asks on the drive home. “About the party?” “I think so.” “Mom’s going to help you make the cake pops?” “Yes. We’re going to do that tomorrow. Tonight I’m baking the chocolate-chip cookies.”
