Mother was busy in the kitchen. She was making treats for the Bake Sale at Jeremy's school the next morning, her World Famous Rasperry Pudding Tarts. They never came out the same way twice, but they were always World Famous. And Jeremy loved them so much, Mother had to take them to school herself, or he would eat them all on the bus. Mother's nose, too, was busy, with aromas of cinnamon and sugar, and of course, rasperries. Any chance the Wind had of getting its attention was lost in the steamy pudding on the stove.

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