The traveling cake vendor stopped at my door. He wanted to know the address of the lawyers who could help him. I asked him about what his “upper management” was doing, and he sadly replied that the person couldn’t (or didn’t dare or didn’t want to) resolve the problem. For those who don’t understand, I wrote “Bitter Cakes” first and then “Stale Cakes” with the background of this story.
“I’m going to go see them now because I have nothing to lose,” he said.
October 12 2011
