“you,” words are interrupted by the sound of a plate being plunked down in front of him, “look like you could use some pie,” it’s a slice of lemon - meringue, because a) everyone loved lemon - meringue, and b) it’s barbara’s personal favorite. fork and knife are set down on the formica table top as well as a glass of fresh lemonade, to keep with the theme. “why’re you all alone over here, if you don’t mind my asking?” listen - the bakery is all but dead right now, with no one else seated and not much in the way of potential customers lingering outside - who can blame her for striking up conversation? @magpiied