“Why don’t you just bake it now?” Tom, ever the efficient cook, wanted to know.
“You can’t put the dish in too early or it won’t come out right.”
“Ah. Well. If I leave now I’ll be exactly an hour late. Think you can handle the rest of the morning?”
“With you for a helpmate, my dear sir, I can handle anything.”
He sighed skeptically. “Just be careful. Miss G., please?”
“Yessir. Now, please, go serve and protect and don’t worry about me, okay? Stop crime. Make America safe for the consumption of apple pie. My apple pie.”
After he left, I brushed my fingers thoughtfully over the ugly bruise on my arm. Something I had seen and something I had said were working their way into my consciousness. It takes at least three hours for an injured area to turn black and blue, I knew that from Med W
