Brody gives me half of his pie slice, which makes me squint at him and want to question his sanity, but on the other hand, it’s Aunt Lisa’s world-renowned pumpkin pie and I’m not going to ask questions.
I stuff myself full of pie and delicious whipped cream with my strong, bitter coffee, enjoying every bite, frowning at Vick and Evie who are picking at their pie like they don’t really wanna eat it. Vick finds me staring, shrugs.
“I’ve been eating it all week, every single time I’ve come over. Mom’s been tweaking the recipe, and then finally went back to the good old tried-and-true, so I’m kinda sick of pumpkin pie right now. Hey, don’t look at me like that, you can’t have this piece, too. Nope, not Evie’s either, okay? Take it home or something. s**t, give some to Brody.” Vick waves me
