Chapter 21
Monday, December 7th
Zanesville Technical College and Culinary Institute
Morgan’s car wasn’t in the parking lot. She wasn’t in the classroom either. Hannah found Sandy standing in her old place, instead of Morgan, when she walked into the room.
“He’ll have to tell me to move again, if that’s what he wants!” Sandy said.
Hannah gave her a half smile as she laid her knife kit and her binder down on the workstation.
“So? How’d it go yesterday?” Sandy quizzed her. “Dish girlfriend!”
“It was good,” Hannah said. “Everyone really seemed to like the food.”
Sandy slapped a hand at Hannah’s arm. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. How’d it go with the cakes?”
“Oh. Good, I guess.” She shrugged. “We were working in the back. We got to see our cake get auctioned but that was it
