Whitney came over after work and started pitting the cherries as I made a salad for dinner. Kate showed up with a watermelon. We shared salad, bubbly drinks, warm pie and girl talk. About a quarter of the pie was consumed.
The next day, while the pie waited innocently in Hell, it was set upon by the Pie Sniffer. So many of her minions popped up out of their cubicles at the mere mention of pie that she likened it to a game of Whack-A-Mole.
I was able to save this morsel to take to Doug’s new place. There we shared a slice and saved the last slice for Irene.