Chapter 69

CLAIRE

"Should we perhaps add sesame seeds?"

"Good God, Frida the pie is already baked", my father grunted taking his coat from the rack.

"Pie! Pie!" Axel clapped, I laughed.

Running five minutes late, my mother was jittery. Last minute jitters my father called it.

And my dearest father had stood watch over the pie like a sentinel. He was trying to ensure an incident like last time didn't happen.

An incident where mom got nervous added a whole lot of cinnamon to the pie last minute that had made my dad hundred percent sure they would have won had she not done that.

Not trying to raise their hopes up but this year's pie was a sure win. You could taste the pumpkin right in there, the texture of the pie itself was crusty and smooth but not like the monstrosity of last year.

I would be cheering on if I didn't know for a fact that the Cutlers had this in the bag.

Genevieve to this day was still the best pie maker, something I was suspicious about but decided to let it roll down my back.

If