Clara had me sitting on a stool in the middle of the bakery kitchen. There was food all around but nothing I could reach. If I got off the stool, Clara and Glo yelled at me to get back. Clara was washing down work spaces, and Glo was tending the shop. Without warning, several of the machines turned themselves on. Excess frosting in the big mixer spewed across the room, the top popped off the blender Clara was using and rasberry puree exploded out at her, and the food processor danced across the counter. Glo rushed into the kitchen. "Omigosh, did I do this? I was trying to memorize a translation spell, but I might have accidentally read something from the mechanical transportation spell on the next page. " Personally, I was going with power surge. I didn't want to think Glo could turn appliances on by mumbling a few words. Clara pulled the plugs on the blender and the food processor, and the mixer shut itself off. Puree dripped off Clara's nose, and her hair was dotted with butter cream frosting. Clara put two hands flat on the island and did a ten-count. She took a deep, cleansing breath and looked at Glo. "Isn't it time for you to go home?" "Officially, I have ten minutes left on the time clock, " Glo said. "I'm excusing you early. If you don't leave in the next two minutes, I might strangle you. " "That's excellent, " Glo said, "because I thought I'd visit Shirley as soon as I got off work. I'm pretty sure I found a translation spell. It won't reverse the spell I put on Shirley, but it will translate gobbledegook. " "You should leave bad enough alone, " Clara said to Glo. "If the spell doesn't work, it could make things worse. " Glo tucked her book under her arm and hung her tote bag on her shoulder. "Yes, but if it does work, it'll get Shirley talking again. " "Take Lizzy with you, " Clara said. "I can't watch her and clean up this mess at the same time. " Glo drove a slightly used Mini Cooper that had been painted to look like a yellow cab. We squeezed ourselves into the car, and Glo drove the short distance to Shirley's apartment. "I hope she's home, " Glo said, parking at the curb, looking over at Shirley's building. "I really think I've got it this time. " We took the stairs, and Glo led the way down the hall to Shirley's door. I knocked, and Shirley answered immediately. "Beetle ears, " Shirley said, all cheerful. I looked past her and saw she was at work packing food into cardboard boxes and grocery bags. There were boxes loaded with Pop-Tarts, jars of jam, bags of cookies, canned corn, tomato sauce, and mayonnaise. It was a glutton dream come true, and I felt my heart quicken and my eyes glaze over. "What are you doing with all this stuff?" Glo asked Shirley. "Shoe horn for poor poopers. " "That's nice, " Glo said. "They'll be happy to get all this. " "Anyone would be happy to get this, " I said. "Poor poopers, rich poopers, and in-between poopers. " I ran my hand lovingly over the grocery bag filled with candy bars. "I could help you deliver this, " I said to Shirley. "I'd be happy to take it off your hands. " "Don't give it to her, " Glo said. "She'll eat it. She caught your gluttony. " "Blek?" Shirley asked. "Yes, " I said. "But it wears off if I stay away from the ladybug. " "Booger bug, " Shirley said. Glo nodded in agreement. "Anyway, we came over today because I have a spell that'll fix the scramble spell I accidentally put on you. " Shirley looked skeptical. "Icky wiggle waggle, " she said. "Don't worry, " Glo said. "It's foolproof. I don't need powdered yak brain or anything. " She opened Ripple's book and found her page. "Turn around word and talk not tongue. Shirley More speaketh now not gobbledegook, gobbledegook, gobbledegook but only gobble, gobble, gobble. " Glo and I held our breath and watched Shirley. "Say something, " Glo told her. "Gobble. " "That's not funny, " Glo told her. "Gobble, gobble, gobble. " Shirley's face turned red. "Gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble!" "I'm sure I read it perfectly, " Glo said. "How many gobbles did I say?" I say?" "I think there were three. " "And three gobbledegooks, right?" "Yeah. " "Honestly, " Glo said. "This is so annoying. " Shirley stamped her foot and balled her hands into fists. She whirled around and huffed off to her bedroom. "Oh boy, " Glo said. "We need to get out of here before she comes back with the gun. " We ran for the door, sprinted down the hall, and flew down the stairs. We jumped into the Mini and roared away from the curb and down the road. "So how's it going with Mister Tall, Blond, and Ferociously Handsome?" Glo asked. "I don't know. He gets close, and he smells good, and he feels good, and I think he's going to kiss me, and then he doesn't. And sometimes he just scares the heck out of me. I mean, he's not normal. " "Yeah, but he's not normal in a good way. I bet he's got an Unmentionable schvansticker. " "I don't want to think about his schvansticker. It's enough to give me a panic attack. " Glo nodded in agreement. "It could be formidable. " "That's not what panics me. It's him. He's so big and confident and good at flirting. " "And?" "And I'm such a dope. I'm not good at flirting. And I'm really not good at being sexy. I'm out of practice. " "Really? How long has it been since . . . You know?" "Years. " "Get out! Years?" "I've been busy. I worked long hours at the restaurant in New York. I was tired a lot. And I didn't like any of the men I met. " Glo nodded in agreement. "I know. It's hard to meet nice men. Either they're married, or else they've got nails driven into their heads. " "You know men with nails in their heads?" "I'm a magnet for them. Go figure. " Glo stopped at Lafayette Street. "Will you be okay if I take you home? I'd offer to stay with you, but I have a date tonight. " "I'll be fine, " I told her. "Does he have a nail in his head?" "No. He's adorable. I met him at the car wash. He's the interior specialist. "