Falling for the wolf
Maia had already stuck her finger in the cake.
"Maia! Not like that," my aunt scolded her. "Here, have some," she gave us a piece to try her new creation. I've always liked Aunt Anne's creations; she really makes delicious cakes and cookies too.
"Delicious as always," I admitted, savoring it.
Uncle Thomas came down the stairs.
"Well, well, look who we have here. It's little Cristine Brown," he hugged me. "You've grown."
"You just saw me a week ago."
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