Z & I live very close to downtown,
and we frequently walk the same route
to get to our favorite local spots.
The other night we were walking home
from the coffee shop.
As we passed a little mom-and-pop
restaurant we heard,
"Hey kids! Do you live in the neighborhood?"
"Um..yes, we do."
A petite woman in the restaurant's kitchen entrance
moved out toward us.
"Oh good. Would you like a pie? I hate to
throw them out, and we have one of our peanut butter pies
with whipped cream leftover...it's one of our most popular!"
"Well...if we have to...", says Z,
his mouth already watering.
He can never say no to peanut butter.
The woman disappears & then returns with a
simple pink paper box. She introduces herself
as the owner (with her husband), says she has
seen us walking by, but wanted to make sure
we lived nearby since she'd like us to
return the pie tin after we're done.
We thank her for her generosity & agree to stop in
for some food & bring her the pie tin soon.
Again, we head back into the night
but this time, we have pie.