Faye set off to see the cooking teacher. She went to the cooking class. The room was warm, and the air smelled like baked bread. Mrs Amelia stood by the counter with a gentle smile.

Mrs Amelia brought in two glasses of juice.

“Drink this,” she said.

“Okay,” Faye answered and took the glass.

Mrs Amelia smiled and sat down across from her. “I’m curious,” she said. “Why did you want to see me, Faye?”

Faye placed the glass down and looked straight at her. “You have a lot of stocks in Patsy Financials, Teacher.”

Mrs Amelia smiled softly. “Oh, that? I’m pretty good at investing,” she said. “It’s not...