But enough.
“I was trying to finish what I was making.”
“So yes.”
“It means I didn’t expect your antique mixer to fall apart while I was making one cake.”
That was when I finally understood.
She wasn’t embarrassed.
She wasn’t sorry.
She genuinely believed she had done nothing wrong.
I went home.
Sophie was sitting at the kitchen table waiting.
“What did she say?”
“She thinks I should buy a new mixer.”
Sophie frowned.
“But she broke yours.”
“I know.”
“So is she buying one?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Excellent question.”
