Elena
"These pies turned out perfect." Carol acclaims as she sets the last one on the table. She opens the slider and yells, "Boys, if you're hungry for pie, come get it!"
I watch as Paul and Mike set down their axes, wipe the sweat off their foreheads, climb back into their shirts, and come walking up.
"Elena, dear, in that cupboard over there, could you get some plates out? Rachel, would you like to get some glasses from that cupboard and get the milk from the fridge?" Carol directs as she cuts the pies.
Rachel and I do as we're asked; Mike and Paul walk through the slider. "Mmm, somethin' smells amazing." Mike sniffs the air taking in the aroma from the pies.
"Oh yeah, Mrs. Gilbert, you ladies outdid yourselves," Paul agrees. He's probably trying to make up for wearing his hat insi
