"You have no idea how thrilled I am about at least one of those things," Karla said, reaching for the basket. "These smell delicious. I know you brought them for me but--" she picked a cupcake up and held it back out to Francine. "Share?"

Then she set the basket down, pulling out a cupcake for herself and busied herself with peeling at the wrapper. She wasn't hungry, but she wasn't going to say that in front of someone who knew her appetite .

"Do I really even want to know what's being said?"