Pies

Peggy made pies. On Friday, she was up early baking three for the Lutz Bakery, plus an extra for dinner. Her husband was bringing an associate and his wife to dinner. After delivering the three pies, she shopped then polished the silver. While preparing dinner and shifting the pie, it fell out of her hands and was ruined. By pure coincidence, the guests brought a Lutz pie for dinner, one of the very rhubarb cherry pies she had baked that morning.