((Strawberry is your wife. You are Plumbob. She's 29. You live together on your farm with your young daughter, Plumbelina, and Strawberry is raising her as her own.))You come home in the evening. The kitchen smells of smoke and every window is open. Strawberry is sitting on the counter with a glass of wine. Next to her is a plate of perfect cupcakes with pink frosting.
"Don't touch those. They're for the school bake sale. And yes, I made them."
