The numbers swam in front of Kate’s eyes; offering further proof that her flunking Economics three times wasn’t a fluke.
She closed her eyes and opened them again. Nope, might as well be in Greek. She had no idea where to put the costs for things like equipment, rent and that light pink neon sign she just wanted to hang while she baked. Her dream only consisted of selling little delectable slices of heaven that made her the belle of every bake sale and the envy of every other mother on the block.
Instead, she was lost in the rows of numbers that never matched her projected estimates. What the hell were projected estimates anyway?
Kate put the pencil down and rubbed her eyes. Zach wandered into the kitchen banging two plastic drum sticks together.
“Hi Mommy” his little voice squeaked over the slap of plastic.
“Hi baby.” She answered, sighing and picking up the pencil, her fingers hovering over the calculator.
“I’m…” Kate’s voice trailed off as her eyes scanned all the spreadsheets, bundled receipts and boxes of business cards with “Kate’s Kupcakes” written in hot pink cursive. Picking one up she ran the ridge of her thumb over the raised K’s and smiled. They were so pretty, the design all her own come to life and sitting right here in her own kitchen, but they couldn’t be handed out until she dealt with all this other shit.
“Mommy?” Zach had come over to her and was trying to crawl into her lap.
Laughing she pulled him up and settled him on , “what’s up little man?” she said as she pressed kisses into his hairline.
“I wanna know what’s you’re doin.”
“Oh,I’m just trying to figure out a way to be able to bake my cupcakes and have people buy them without having to do any yucky business stuff “she said squishing up her face to make Zach giggle.
“Why don’t you just ask Daddy?”
Kate sighed, “Daddy is just as bad with this stuff as Mommy.”
“Oh.” His little eyes squinting. “Hey Mommy? Ask Auntie Charlotte!”
Twisting her mouth into a knot, she picked up her phone. “Zach, you are such a smart little boy.”
“I know!” he called as he scooted off her lap.
Kate studied her cuticles as she waited for the phone to ring. Once, Twice, Three…
“Hi Katie!” Charlotte panted.
“No!Nope.” she answered, “I just had to ummmm run to get the phone.”
“Company?” Kate’s voice teased.
“Afternoon delight” Charlotte whispered.
“So what’s up?”
Kate took a deep breath, “Well remember how I said that I didn’t want you to be my business manager because it would ruin our friendship?”
“Well I might be ready to reconsider.”
“It’s the projected estimates isn’t it?”
“How did you know?” Kate laughed.
“I told you your baking would lead eventually lead to sweet retribution.”
This week we asked you to write about a time you or one of your main characters had to repay a debt. The debt can be legal, like sending taxes to the government or paying off a credit card, or it can be something promised in a back room deal, sealed by a handshake more binding than a written contract.
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