Gregory set the pie box right in the center.

He untied the red string and lifted the lid.

The pie was still warm.

“I know dinner at Riverfront got chaotic,” he said.

“You left me with an unpaid fifty-dollar bill,” I said.

“I honestly thought Pamela paid it before we walked out,” he said.

“You know how frantic she gets when she’s hungry.”

He opened a drawer, found a clean knife, and cut a large slice of pie.