believe you’d even think that. I didn’t make the pies this week anyway. Patrick did.” Barbara was calming down, her anger carrying her past her tears.
Mae shook her head. The lines her mother somehow drew around her mess, around her problem, had always amazed her, and Barbara’s outrage that anyone would think she might carry that filth out into the world could sometimes be almost funny, but not now. Even the image of Aunt Aida in a tattoo parlor wasn’t helping. The puppies were not the problem. Even the pies were not the problem, although it helped that Patrick had baked this week. “It doesn’t matter what I think,” she said. “It’s what everybody else thinks. What are we going to do?”
“Call Sabrina and tell her I take good care of Patches and that none of this has anything to do with Mimi’s. None of it.”
That, at least, was a call Mae was spoiling to make.
AMANDA
Nancy picked Gus and Frankie up for the night at Frannie’s early, pulling into the driveway while Amanda, who had decided that hard work was the only thing to quiet her churning brain, was in her front yard, hacking away at the overgrown grass and weeds around her front steps with the vague idea of planting annuals and making it all look better, but mostly just to sweat and have something to curse out. Her small flock of chickens kept getting in the way, delighted by the soil she was flipping over, and more than once she’d nearly taken one out with the shovel, which just felt like exactly the kind of day she was having, especially now that she was frantically showering and realizing that the sweaty Frannie’s shirt from this morning was still the cleanest one she had.
She was done with Food Wars. This had all been a terrible idea, and the best thing she could do now would be to just put her head down and ignore it. She didn’t know what she would do when Nancy found out that Sabrina thought they had stolen the Mimi’s recipe, or that she had told Sabrina to go look at Barbara’s house. Amanda was just going to—go. And do her job. And she was never going to try to make anything happen ever again.
When she finally got to Frannie’s, she found Gus and Frankie standing outside the door, very clearly waiting for her. She didn’t want to talk to them, or anyone. They would know she didn’t take the recipe—they would believe Nancy, if not her—but how would they feel when they knew why she’d been in Mimi’s in the first place? Did they know? From the looks on their faces, she could tell something was wrong.
“Mom,” Gus said, pressing his phone into her hand, “you need to watch this.”
Frankie was between her and the door. “Someone told Food Wars about Grandma Barbara’s house. It’s on Facebook.”
So it wasn’t Mae accusing her of stealing the recipe, then. Her relief came and went in an instant. The house was on Facebook? But Barbara would never let them into the house.
She looked down at the phone in her hand. It was a video, already playing. She saw a mouse skittering out of the bottom of a bag of flour, and then the video restarted, focused on Patches, who must have had the puppies, then pulling back to show the mess around her, which wasn’t that bad, considering. It had been worse. It pulled back further, showing the kitchen—okay, that was bad.
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Scrolling down, she saw that people had guessed it was Barbara—of course they had; everyone in town would know it—and boggled at all the comments about the food and the pies and the puppies.
“How did they know?” Frankie demanded. “It’s none of their business.”
Amanda knew the answer to that, of course, but how did they get into the house? Barbara would barricade the doors before she would let them film in there. She read the words again. Can über-organizer Mae Moore clean up anyone’s act? Was there any chance Mae had decided to turn this to her advantage and try to get Food Wars to film her cleaning? Because everyone