"It's freezing out." Evan grumbled, snow crunching underneath his boots. "And it's only two inches!"
"Mother asked us to take a pie to the homeless shelter. It's the least we can do." Whit replied.
"One pie? One pie?! This is, like, six!"
"Your point?"
"When did she make all of these?!" Evan glanced down at the three he was holding, and then the three his older brother was holding. Whit shrugged.
"She's been cooking since last Saturday. I'm sure she found time to cook a few extra pies."
"That was for the Friendsgiving at church."
"Yeah. I'm sure she found time."
Evan could only shake his head.
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They delivered the pies, and started on there way back.
"Too bad we can't bike right now." Whit commented. As they walked up the drive. "It'd be faster."
"How many people is Mother having over again?" Evan asked. Whit contemplated a moment.
"Well, the Longtreaders, that's….." He counted on his fingers, "That's thirteen. Plus Uncle Bleston, if he shows up, that makes it eighteen, and then us…..what's twelve plus eighteen?"
"Thirty. You forgot Grandmother."
"Okay, thirty-one." They looked at each other for a moment.
"That…..that is a lot."
"Looks like Uncle Bleston did come." Evan said, pointing to his uncle's van. "His car is here." He paused. "Ten dollars he and Father will argue about politics or football or something at some point today."
"Ten dollars it rubs off on Kyle and Smalls again." Evan grinned.
"You're on."