"She's making a whole mess of apple pies for the church bazaar," Jack said proudly. "I told her to save one for us, so I might ride over and pick it up once I'm done with the bike."
He had to act fast. His mother's famous pies rarely lingered long. (Or he hadn't seen her in 16 years and there'd never been pies, but that wasn't a very wholesome story.)
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Date: 2012-12-07 06:37 pm (UTC)He had to act fast. His mother's famous pies rarely lingered long. (Or he hadn't seen her in 16 years and there'd never been pies, but that wasn't a very wholesome story.)