Winifred raises her eyebrows. “Oh? I have twin grandbabies. I barely have time to run my extremely successful patisserie—” “Chinese bakery,” Vera mutters. The mention of twin grandbabies stings. To make matters worse, against all rules of nature, Winifred’s grandkids are actually cute. Considering their genes, Vera thinks sulkily, those two babies should have been born with fangs and a forked tongue, but no, they are so adorable they belong in the pages of parenting magazines. How unfair life can be sometimes. “My extremely successful French bakery,” Winifred continues.
