Shawn poked at the flaky crust with the tip of his fork. He could swear his piece was smaller than everyone else’s…
Taking a bite, he closed his eyes in obviously obvious enjoyment.
“MMMMMMMM!!!! Wow! This pie is, dare I say, scrumptious? You know, this reminds me of a time when Gus and I were twelve, and I took him out past Johnson Park where I found some wild strawberries. We must-of picked like, a hundred!”
Gus’s mother nodded. “I remember. He came home with the worst case of poison oak I’ve ever seen. He missed school for a week.”
Shawn bent back over his plate.