No More Pie

I remember staying at Lums Chapel for a few days one time and at lunch time, Grandaddy, Uncle Herschel, and the boys, Boots and Jim, came home. I had been there at the store playing or something, anyway we all set down and ate lunch. There were five of us at the table, after eating a pie was brought to the table. Grandaddy took the pie, using his knife he cut the pie into thirds and took a piece, he then passed the pie to Jim who took a third and passed the pie past Janice and me to Boots who took the last piece of pie. Janice started crying, I don't remember her saying anything for a while, just crying. Grandaddy said thee is no more pie. Then when Grandaddy was finished, he had kept a few bites of pie on his plate and gave it to Janice. I even got a bite to. Janice was still not happy nor was I, but we were grateful for getting a little pie. I went back outside and played with Tippey the large Collie and Janice did the dishes, the boys left for the field in the white Dodge pickup.