Tina insisted I spend the next day with her.
“Today is a day for baking pies,” she said, pointing to the window. It was lightly storming outside, with steady rain and dark clouds.
I let her get it started, enjoying several cups of coffee in the morning while she made the dough. I was never any good at that part, anyway.
“Are you afraid to get your hands dirty now, my daughter?”
“Very funny,” I replied. “To be honest, I never really liked getting my hands dirty, even before.”
“Well, that’s alright,” Tina said. “I don’t mind spoiling you.”
Then he had me doing prep work for her for a few hours.
I peeled and cut up apples. Washed and dried berries. Measured out sugar and honey mixtures.
Tina was a
