We had a bake sale at school today to help raise money for true love.
It goes like this: years ago at the little high school where I teach there was a girl who was a cheerleader and the prom queen and so sweet she gave you a toothache. She met and fell in love with a boy who also went to the school and he played sports and was prom king and was just about the nicest guy you could ever hope to meet. They got married as soon as they graduated and had a bushel of kids and then a super-bushel of grand-kids. The girl works at the school to this very day and everyone who meets her loves her because she's STILL so sweet she gives you a toothache. In conclusion, the boy and girl have been ridiculously happy for a hefty chunk of their lives together.
But last year something bad happened. The boy got cancer, and it was really serious. No one thought he would make it. He lost an entire lung, but he stayed with the girl because he loves her. And eventually he got better and the cancer went into remission. We all thought it was gone for good.
But two weeks ago we found out it had come back - this time in his brain, and he would have to have a surgery to remove it all. He did, and the doctors think it's really all gone this time, but the girl and the boy can't pay for the surgery and don't know what to do.
So we had a GIANT bake sale for them today. All the teachers and secretaries and principals and staff brought something in to sell. I brought in French Breakfast Puffs. They are these decadent little nutmeg flavored muffins rolled in melted butter and cinnamon & sugar. They're very sweet. But not as sweet as the picture of the girl & boy together which had been set up on the table with all the goodies. And not as sweet as true love.