Kin

The longer half the pie her mother-in-law made sat on the counter the better the bits of it I snuck tasted. (Better to miss a comma than to be, as a student once wrote, by mistake, in one.) Go ahead my daughter said. Have a piece. I don't think she thought it fresh enough to eat, though. A couple of times she muttered--I claim nobody gasps or sighs but I'm fine with mutter--It's been there since the weekend. I hauled the plate to the table. Pumpkin works best barely tasted, vanilla too I said, and not too moist through the crust. 
Today I'm fine. You should see the pie.