Stephanie’s plan sparked to life. She strode to the kitchen, leaning in close to the chef. “Make the most elaborate banana split sundae you’ve ever made,” she murmured. The chef’s eyebrows lifted, but he nodded, smiling knowingly. This dessert would be Karen’s last indulgence for a while.
With her heart pounding, Stephanie slipped out the back door, searching for the bus driver. She found him checking the engine and asked, “How long until it’s ready to go?” The driver scratched his head. “About an hour, maybe a little less.” Perfect, she thought, a smile playing on her lips.