PIE
"I'm sorry, but no."
"But parker?!"
"I'm sorry but the pie is mine."
He watched longingly as another bite of pie entered her mouth. He looked like a puppy dog begging for scraps.
"MY PIE."
Slowly he moved a spoon toward her plate only to stop when she pointed her fork at him with a glare.
"I'd be careful Nathan." Laughed Duke. "I'll bet she'll strike in defense of her pie."
"Parker?"
She hunched over her pie in a theatrical show of defense.
"You should have got here earlier," said Duke
Nathan cast a last longing look to the pie.
"My pie." With that the last bite was gone.
FIN