"How did it go?" Mama Pat asks.

It's two days after my date with Dean - the first time Mama Pat is working since that dramatic evening - and she's nearly bursting as she pulls out her ingredients for a batch of strawberry cupcakes. I'm guessing from her grin that she hasn't spoken to Dean yet.

"He's very nice," I say. "And you were right - he's really cute."

Her eyebrow rises. She knows me too well. "But?"

"But there wasn't any chemistry," ...