Tuesday arrived with a vengeance, the morning leading to a storm through the door of Victory Cupcakes.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Tuesday said, catching her breath.

“For what?” Polly asked, adding a fresh batch of her signature sweet treats cupcakes to the displays. The name written into the icing of each.

“I’m late!”

“You’re pregnant? Congratulations!”

“No, I mean late for work!” ...