Page 11 of Want to Know a Secret?

One after another negative comment, filling the screen. I’ve received plenty of negative comments before, but never quite such a barrage of them. I thought the soufflé episode was really good. It came out looking just like a professional chef would make it.

A lump forms in my throat as I scroll down, waiting for the hateful comments to end. I finally get to the last one:

April’s secret is that she is a terrible cook and a worse person. Trust me—I know.

My phone almost falls out of my hand. You would think after all these years, I would be able to ignore comments like that. And I can, for the most part. I even had an episode where I made fun of some ridiculous mean comments I’ve gotten over the years. But this onslaught… It’s so unexpected. And the last one is especially disturbing.

Trust me—I know.

“Shit,” I breathe.

“Mommy, you said the S-word!”

Oh God, where did Bobby come from? Ninety percent of the time, he’s so loud that people down the street can hear him, but every once in a while he’s like a stealth ninja.

I quickly lock my phone and lower the screen. “No, I didn’t.”

“You did! I heard you say it!”

“No. I said sheet. Like a sheet of paper.”

“No, you didn’t!”

I put my hands on my hips. “Bobby, we have to be at your school in fifteen minutes and you don’t have your shoes on or your backpack ready. Did you even put your lunch in your backpack?”

“Yes…”

“So if I look in the refrigerator, I’m not going to find the lunch I packed for you?”

Bobby wrinkles his freckled nose. I make lunch for him every day, but for some reason, he has glamorized the school lunch, to the point where he manages to “forget” the lunch I packed with alarming frequency. So apparently, it’s one more thing I have to police.

“Fine,” he grumbles. “But Leo says only losers bring lunch from home.”

I wince. I’m really glad Bobby has made friends with Owen from next door, because Julie’s son isn’t the best influence.

Bobby trudges off to pack the lunch I made for him. It’s only when he’s back in the kitchen that I take one last look at the final comment on my YouTube video:

April’s secret is that she is a terrible cook and a worse person. Trust me—I know.

I log into my account, and one by one, I delete all the mean comments. There. Now it’s like it never happened.

Chapter 5

Bobby has never once been tardy for school, and today is no exception. Despite what felt like an insurmountable number of tasks to complete before getting out the door, I manage to park my car outside the school with a comfortable five minutes left until the early bell rings. It’s only a two-minute drive from our house to Bobby’s school, which is why school bus service is not provided. Potentially, it is walkable. But we never manage to walk it.

Before I’ve even locked the door to my white SUV, I hear Bobby scream, “Leo!” And then he propels himself in the direction of his best friend.

I have to appreciate Bobby’s enthusiasm. He always seems so excited to see Leo, even though they see each other essentially every single day. I can barely manage a smile for my own best friend, Julie, who is chatting with some other women as they wait for the bell to ring.

Julie used to be a lawyer before she gave up her job and moved to Long Island, and she still dresses the part. She’s wearing a pristine white blouse and a gray pencil skirt. Her hair is swept back from her face in an elaborate twist—she has the sort of classic beauty where she will look beautiful even when she’s eighty. I had her on my show a couple of times demonstrating an upscale recipe, and those episodes always get lots of views.

Julie took over the reins as president of the PTA this year, and by all accounts, she’s taking it very seriously. I’ve already received at least a dozen emails from her about it and we’ve yet to have our first meeting. I’m sure she’ll do an amazing job. She’s a great leader. I’m so lucky she’s my best friend.

As I get closer, I notice Julie is chatting with Kathy Tanner. I freeze in my tracks. Kathy doesn’t like me, for some reason. I don’t want to talk to her, but I also don’t want to stand alone. And God forbid I snub Julie. So I’ve got to go over there.

“April.” Julie smiles at me. “We were worried… it isn’t like you to be so late.”

“Yes, well… Bobby was so slow in the morning. You know what I mean.”