Everything's Better With Cake

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"Our special Rocky Mountain Mud Cake with double Swiss chocolate sauce and hand-turned vanilla ice cream. I hope you left room."

Silly, silly Leeza. It was chocolate. Your mother would slice open her own stomach to make room for chocolate, especially after a day like today.

"Oh my. Leeza, if this is anything like the rest of our meal, you are the Devil." I said with a smile.

Leeza gave a small laugh and leaned down to whisper, "This is my absolute favorite. I make sure that the cook bakes an extra cake just so the staff can have a treat."

"I am so stuffed . . . but this looks so good . . . " Mom said as she picked up a fork.
We all knew that it was a display of etiquette for social interaction, and what she really wanted to do was face-plant directly into the icing. She pulled the cake close to her, and took a tentative bite making sure to get equal portions of cake and frosting and chocolate sauce. She gently placed the bite in her mouth, letting it rest on her tongue. I saw her eyes close, and her upper body wilt into ecstasy. She swallowed.

"Oh . . . oh yeah. That's good." She took a larger bite. “I mean REALLY good."

Leeza smiled and patted her arm. "Glad you like it. Stay here as long as you like, there is no need to rush off when you finish."

"Give the cook our compliments. Simply wonderful."

"I will," she said over her shoulder. And with that Leeza disappeared into the depths of the Lodge. Probably to churn more butter. Or prepare a pep-talk for the bees.

For the first time in what seemed like forever all was right with the world.
Much to both our surprise we managed to finish our cake. We then scampered back to the room where, warm, dry and with the lights off we were asleep in seconds.

Take that Canada. We, the people from THE STATES, had survived your worst and come through in one piece.

Mostly.

End of Chapter 7

*** the journey continues ***