Abercrombie smells like money," Eva declared.
"I beg your pardon?" I said into the phone absently, flipping through one of her Seventeen magazines that I had borrowed five months previously but had never found the time to look at.
It was roughly five days after the episode of The Announcement, with a capital T and A. Thanksgiving had passed uneventfully and was not really worth mentioning except that this year Caroline's Pies had outdone itself and the apple pie was the best I'd ever experienced. I made a mental note to always get a pie from there for every holiday from now on - apparently the passing of a holiday was so joyful that the bakers must have celebrated by adding a special something into their pies. When my mother saw my blissful expression on my first bite, she had commented
