Chapter 11
Sometimes, if they were very lucky, Rachel delivered pies to local establishments. The library was holding an event and Becky said she would help Rachel carry the trays over.
"You've been very busy, haven't you?" Becky asked.
"Yeah. There's only like fifty pies here, though," Rachel said proudly, as if she could have done more if she had more time. "Each one has a distinct flavor combination and neither of them are exactly alike." She sounded tired. Becky couldn't fathom how much work that would take to dream up.
"Wow," Becky said. Rachel grinned and readjusted her grip.
"I know," Rachel said. "Is Emily going to be there?" Becky nodded.
"Yes," Becky said. "I actually need to talk to her about something." That was her ulterior motive. It was the evening after she had talked
