Its exterior: a mirror-smooth mocha frosting dusted with scatterings of hazelnuts. The interior: four towering layers, each separated by silken bands of cream laced with brandied cherries. Caroline had placed this majestic creation on a cut-glass cake stand that had belonged to Robert’s mother. Now she was putting it on the old oak table in the center of the kitchen. It looked dazzling—and out of place, like an emperor’s crown deposited on a workbench. “Well,” Caroline asked. “What do you think?” “Big,” Justin said. He was wide-eyed with delight at the magnitude of Caroline’s handiwork. Lissa lifted him up so that he could get a better view of it. “Isn’t that the best cake you ever saw, Justin? Ever?” Lissa asked. Julie was on the other side of the table, studying the cake. “Mommy, did you really make this all by yourself?” “Yes, Mommy made it all by herself.” Caroline put her hand to her forehead in a gesture of mock exhaustion. Then she winked and said, “And, I made a really big mess doing it, so I’m going to need help cleaning up before Daddy gets home and it’s time for his party.”
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