Chapter One: What's Inside

Sugar.

Flour.

Butter.

Don't stress.

They always want to know what's inside. They ask me, what's inside?

And I tell them there's too many things to say.

They wanna know what's inside? Well, I'll tell you...

This is my Apple Pie, a regular treat on the menu around here. And people always ask me what's inside.

I tell them the normal things, like apple, obviously, and throw in some other ingredients that would go into an Apple Pie. But what's really inside?

Add the sugar.

Butter.

Flour.

And then all of my worries are stirred and mixed and cooked and poured right into the heart of the pie.

Eddie, my boyfriend, yelling again.

Throwing up in the bathroom this morning.

Snapping at Cal Gracen, a local customer.

The strange glances from Biana and Linh, the two other waitresses on my shift.

And lastly, the unused pregnancy test in my apron pocket.

They want to know what's inside? Well, I'll smile and tell them.

Not really.

Sigh.