We sat down at one of the tables while Maddie brought out three glasses of ice water. “Just lock up when you’re done,” she said, handing me the key. “I’ll be at my booth.” I locked the door behind her after she left, and returned to my seat. Gladys sat her purse down with a thump on the table, and took a big drink of water. Setting it down, she crossed her arms across her chest and glared at T.J., who sat across the table from her. I was seated on T.J.’s left, wishing I was at home with Babe, my bloodhound, and Mittens, my Maltese. Who was I kidding? I wanted to be anywhere but here. “So Gladys, tell me about the pies,” T.J. said. “You’ll call me Mrs. Norwell, or you won’t address me at all,” Gladys snapped at him. I stifled a laugh as T.J. sighed. “Alright, Mrs. Norwell, the pies you baked for the contest.” “They weren’t all intended for the contest,”
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