“Hey Babycakes!” she shouts, eyes wide open, as I enter. “Come in!” Nestled between the JPD traffic division and Swann’s gun repair on Old Canton Road, is a tiny green shop called Obbie’s Cakes and Chocolates. Inside, a tall fair-skinned lady, Marsha Rose Davis, has just pulled her chestnut hair into a ponytail and started hand-sculpting a pound of white chocolate into a fruit topiary.
