My eyes fell on a small table, with nobody around. The people seemed to walk a big circle around that place, avoiding any unnecessary contact. No, there was someone, the girl I had just given my food to, but I hadn't seen her since she was so tiny. She had in her hands the pie, and placed it on the table—and on it I saw something for which words failed me: a wide assortment of pie, from apple, peach to apricot, gathered like a collection. The girl grabbed for a fork (she held it like she was about to stab someone) and tasted every pie with relish.
