Bff* (2007)
“Kids kept asking, “Who baked these? They’re great!” We saved one for Rachel. She was too worried about her speech to get to the bake sale.
Jeremy Dragon came back for a second brownie, then a third. Alison handed him the brownies and I took his money. That way we each got to touch him three times. It’s good the brownies were individually wrapped because his hands were dirty.
Even Mrs. Remo bought one and when she tasted it she said, “These are incredible … they’re so moist. Do you have the recipe?”
“It’s in my grandmother’s head,” Alison told her.
“See if you can get her to write it down,” Mrs. Remo said, licking her lips. “These are definitely la crème de la crème.”
Alison smiled. Ever since Mrs. Remo mispronounced her name on the first day of school she’s been trying French phrases on her.
“What’s la crème de la crème mean?” I asked Alison when Mrs. Remo was gone.
“It means the best of the best.”
At the end of the day we had the debate assembly.
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