"Baba is ready," Shelia said.
"What?" Julia said, "I thought you were making a sponge."
"It's a type of sponge."
"Oh," Julia said sheepishly.
The cake had been left to stand for a while and Julia took it to the table. She placed it next to: sausage rolls stacked on a plate, crisps piled in a bowl, sandwiches of various sorts in rings on plates. At that moment the doorbell rang and the first guests had arrived.
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Thursday, 7 January 2010
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