Mrs. Parker was our housekeeper, and she made the best cherry pie in the entire world. I ate it at every opportunity. Papa always said that I was going to turn into a cherry pie myself one day if I wasn't careful.
This was Mrs. Parker's cherry pie: all tangy cherries rolled up in a golden, buttery crust. It was as sweet as clean sheets on a washing day, as warm as the chair by the kitchen stove on a cold afternoon. Just imagine it sitting on the plate waiting for you, all piping hot from the oven.
This was Mrs. Parker's cherry pie: all tangy cherries rolled up in a golden, buttery crust. It was as sweet as clean sheets on a washing day, as warm as the chair by the kitchen stove on a cold afternoon. Just imagine it sitting on the plate waiting for you, all piping hot from the oven.
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