“Pie,” answered Faye.
She observed the table her husband had set. “Why spoons? Pie’s eaten with forks.”
Main course offerings must’ve delighted their guests. Merry conversation accompanied hearty partaking.
When Faye angled a knife into her pie to cut the first slice, liquid gushed from under the meringue. Women gasped. Men stared.
“Does anyone need a spoon?” Tony asked.
“No thanks, but I wouldn’t mind another slice,” Tony’s employer answered amid glares. “So what if it isn’t presentable. Tastes great.”
Faye smiled, sighing relief. Without an electric beater she took a gamble making that dessert.