handle my blood. I didn’t need help with that much. I removed the deep red, round cake plates from the oven and set them atop two cool, wet towels. Then I moved to the edge of the counter and continued stirring the melted cream cheese and powdered sugar together for my homemade icing. I made my own icing and shit for things like this because it allowed me to control the sugar content. That was necessary when it came to Aja because I hated to have her ass hopped up on sugar if I gave her a piece of cake before bed.
