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and a large mixing bowl. She plopped the items on the counter and smiled at me as she walked by. Thyme then pulled a few latex gloves from a dispenser near the sink, and tossed a pair to me. “Now you can help.”
    I squeezed my hands into the gloves and tried to ready myself mentally for the cooking. I stood beside Thyme and looked over the recipe one more time. “What is that ingredient?” I said, pointing at a strange word that I’d never seen before. I looked again. “Is that written in a different language?”
    I received no response, so I looked over to see Thyme pouring flour into the large bowl. When she finished, she leaned over toward me and looked at the word to which I was pointing. “Oh, that’s just an old term for one of Aunt Angelica’s special ingredients. She writes in Latin for the ones that she wants to keep private.”
    I wasn’t sure what to make of Thyme’s remark, but I just took her word for it and brushed it off. “Okay, can I help?”
    “I just threw the flour in. Could you get some eggs from the refrigerator, please?” Thyme said, pointing at the large units that I had noticed earlier.
    I took out a tray of eggs and headed back to the counter. I gently set down the eggs as Thyme began narrating her every step. “So, after the flour, we have to add the vanilla extract and the eggs,” she said, pouring a small amount of brown liquid over the flour and then breaking four eggs over the mixture.
    After the batter was prepared, I finally began to feel more confident that I wouldn’t be asked to do anything. Thyme laid out several cake pans on the countertop, and then basted each of the pans.
    “Now this is the part where you’ll mess up, if at all,” she said to me. She then pointed to a small electronic device that sat on the wall next to the line of ovens. “Always add the exact time that Angelica put on the recipe. I’m sure you’ll have to create your own recipes someday, but for now she’s done all the hard work. All you have to do is follow her directions to the letter.”
    I nodded. I watched as Thyme poured the batter into the pans and placed them in the ovens.
    After the cakes had cooled, Thyme walked me through the basic frosting process. “Since these are just samples, we don’t have to pull out the fondant and make them look amazing, but we still want them to look delicious and intriguing.”
    I nodded and watched as Thyme used an icing bag to decorate the samples.
    The rest of the morning was spent with me watching Thyme bake and serve customers. We had just gone into the little back room used as the staff kitchen when the bell sounded. Thyme sighed. “Typical. A customer, right when we want to have lunch. It’s probably our guy for the samples,” she said, grabbing the box before leaving the kitchen.
    I followed her back out to the storefront, and when I walked out, I saw Brant McCallum standing in front of the display case. “Good day, ladies,” he mumbled, looking us up and down.
    I wasn’t quite sure what it was about the man that gave me chills, but I just didn’t feel right when I was around him.
    “Here are your samples,” Thyme said, indicating the sample box that she placed on the counter.
    Brant looked at the cakes. I could tell he didn’t seem impressed. “My fiancée, Laura, seems to prefer the double chocolate, which I see one or two of in there, but I’d rather have the mocha any day of the week. I figured I’d let her choose the cake though, since it’ll be the last time she’ll be making any decisions at all.” He laughed nastily, showing a row of his large white teeth, and then pulled out one of the samples. “See, you can always tell the difference between the mocha and the chocolate by the consistency.”
    I wanted nothing more than to be done with the man. I turned away, intending to leave, but I was stopped by the sound of a hacking cough. When I looked back, Brant was lying on his back on the floor. He twitched violently, and