Lucy had to go to her quarterly specialist visit this week at the hospital. She got a good report and then had to get her blood taken. Well, we got through that, with some tears. So, we got in the elevator to leave and whispered to her in the quietest voice I could make, “Wanna go get a cake square?” Out of no where, from across the elevator a women obviously no stranger to baked goods, said “MMM…Cake Squares? You goin...