The library is closed. I am inside it. I have moved some of the
furniture out of my way so I can get to the window. If there were
people in here, the furniture would be in their way.
I just found a party cake book in the returns box by the door (Party
Cakes, Julie Lanham), and their is a cake version of the hungry hungry
caterpillar from our childhood. It's body is made of a series of
cupcakes, pushed up close to one another and smothered in bright green
buttercream.