Miss Part One of the story? You can find it (here).
At first I thought I could repair the cake. I tried feverishly to return the top layer to its original spot, but it crumbled in my hands. Before long, the bottom layer also slid to the floor. There was nothing left to do but clean up the mess. Since I’ve always turned to food during times of stress, I ate as much of the damaged cake as I threw away. I was in deep trouble if I couldn't find a way out of this pickle. Fortunately, an idea popped into my head. Read about it (here).