At 82, I Found

How she brushed the top with milk. How she covered the crust halfway through so it would not burn.

“You watched her,” Frank said.

Diane nodded. “A lot.”

“I should have.”

“Yes,” she said gently. “You should have.”

The pie came out ugly but edible.

They ate it warm at the table.

Frank took one bite and smiled through tears.

“Too much cinnamon,” Diane said.

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