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“Barry, how about another piece of pie?” the older woman asked. She took his plate and added a slice before he had time to swallow.
“Yes, please, ma’am. This sure is good pie. Maybe someday you can give my wife pie making lessons,” Barry laughed.
"Are we keeping you from your family?” Josh asked Barry.
"My Deidra is playing bingo tonight at the firehouse. She wins a little and loses more than she wins, but she likes her evenings out with her friends. Besides, I get called out at all times of the day and night. She’s good about that too."
“Anybody want more before I put it away?” Mrs. Sullivan asked. When no one responded she put the rest in the fridge and gathered up their other dishes. “You come by anytime, Barry. I sometimes buy pies from the grocery, but Jesse likes mine better.”
Barry turned to Josh and with a mouthful of pie asked, “You say Travis stopped by?”
“Yes. He didn't stay long but said he'd come by again in the morning.”
“I don’t think he stayed long enough,” Barry mumbled, a quizzical look on his face.
Katy sat in her rocker and brought the bag of knitting from the floor. She carefully pulled out the nearly-afghan and knitting needles. Then she replaced the bag and settled in.
"Let's see, where was I..."
