The Assassin's Atonement VIII
“No, it’s all yours, Candy Cane.”
An airy laugh escapes my lips at the sound of my childhood name. I got the name Candy Cane after I dressed like one for Halloween. You see, even back then, money was tight. Since my dad wouldn’t spring for a costume, I decided to make one. I remember slipping on a pair of red leggings, an old ratty turtleneck, wrapping white toilet paper around my legs, arms, and chest; so I could look like a Candy Cane. Dad was so amused by my ingenuity that he began calling me Candy Cane. In fact, Candy is my stripper name.
“Your loss,” I murmur before I continue to devour the cupcake. In my defense, I pinch little pieces from the cake and eat them in a ladylike fashion. I
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