4 years ago. April 13, 2020 at 5:59 PM
PIE
She served him pie she knew was ruined.
Then stood there, practically daring him to say something. She watched him choke down each dry, charred, mouthful.
In barely a whisper,"i burnt it on purpose ."
over and over, like a cliched suburban mantra.
Her husband didn't hear her, but the boy did. He heard and remembered.
Years later, when his wife burned dinner, he was ready.
