Wednesday, July 20, 2011

A Pie

     In my younger years (slightly younger), I met a man at church to whom I made an unfortunate remark about his ancestor, a remark which sounded almost like an insult, although it wasn't meant to.  It just came out wrong.
     He was so angry that I made a quick exit, and baked him a pie, which I gave to him the next week. 

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