« A lot. »
« How much is a lot? »
« Forty pies. »
I could hear the rest coming.
I laughed. « No. »
She did not.
I turned around. « You’re serious. »
She nodded. « One of the women at the nursing home said they haven’t had homemade dessert in years. »
« Okay. »
« And one man said his wife used to make apple pie every Sunday. »