Now Gladly used to
work at a local pâtisserie.
Her father drank too much and she needed money to buy books.
She wished to start a bakery of her own someday.
She baked birthday cakes for her friends every year.
She made a jelly-roll once for their landlord and he let go
of that month’s rent which they couldn’t pay, which was often the case.
Donny never celebrated his birthday.
Nobody made him a cake and he never complained.
Two months after Gladly wrote on Donny’s door, September had
arrived.
It was Donny’s birthday, and he was out of bread.
