I woke up Wednesday to half a pie that had walked around in the rain the day before, talked politics in a pilates studio and gone to see an animation set to Dark Side of the Moon with new lyrics. So I had a slice for breakfast.
By late afternoon, the pie was quite recovered and ready for mischief. We met Tom at a fancy, highbrow bakery. The pie ordered a chichi coffee drink. Talk turned to adventures in the animal kingdom:
A few days before, Tom was painting in his garage studio when he noticed three beautiful birds on his front lawn pecking at something in the grass. Just then he saw a bunny nearby. “How idyllic,” he thought. It brought to mind the painting, Peaceable Kingdom. The lion and the lamb…you get it. The next thing he knew, there was a lot of noise, the rabbit had one birds in his mouth and was shaking the hell out of it. He says it’s a true story. Why shouldn’t I believe him?
Last stop: A and D’s Sky Terrace. There we executed a prisoner swap of sorts. The pie plate I had left behind on Saturday (that had held half a pie saved for Nan’s birthday) in exchange for two extra slices of pie for A and D.