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apple pie<br />
Lisa opened the freezer, took<br />
out the apple pie in the foil<br />
tray, and placed it on the<br />
dining table.<br />
A slight mist gently rose from the<br />
pie as it settled in the warm kitchen<br />
air. Lisa chewed the inside of her<br />
mouth and took a few moments<br />
to run her eyes over the pie. Her<br />
gaze followed the gentle lumps of<br />
the pastry on the lid; the delicate<br />
hand-crimped edges; the two<br />
pastry leaves that had been cut out<br />
46<br />
and placed at the centre; and the<br />
miniature diamonds of sugar that<br />
had been sprinkled lovingly over<br />
the top.<br />
She looked up at her two children,<br />
Violet and Will, who were stood on<br />
the opposite side of the table. They<br />
were also looking at the pie.<br />
“I can’t believe it’s our last one,”<br />
said Violet.<br />
“You’d think she’d have made<br />
more for us before she died,” said<br />
Will.<br />
There was a moment’s pause<br />
before Lisa finally spoke.<br />
“Ice cream?” she asked, finally.<br />
“No. I want to taste apple pie and<br />
only apple pie,” grumbled Will.<br />
An hour later, the three of them<br />
were sat around the kitchen table.<br />
Each had a third of the pie in their<br />
bowls and all three of them were<br />
eating very slowly. The night’s wind<br />
rattled at the windows but around<br />
the kitchen table, they gave it no<br />
notice. Nana was the only topic of
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