[This section is under the POV of Hunter]
After Leo had left for the afternoon, I realized I still was not able to relax as I needed to bake an apple pie for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Somehow, it's become tradition that either my father or myself will bring a pie over to the Wilson's house for dessert as we celebrate the holiday together. Of course, in order to lighten the load of my father, when I became old enough that Father allowed me to cook, I would always volunteer to bake the pie myself every year, thus foregoing Father's burden to drive to a bakery store and buy a pie.
Making a pie takes a very long time. By the time the raw materials were completely prepared and processed, it was almost dinner time. Thus, I stayed in the kitchen in order to cook dinner. Even though Father had not
