Follow-up Pies

For an old man, Ronny sure has a lot of energy. Where does it come from?

Want to know what the resolution to our little misunderstanding was? I guess I don't really know. He just called me up out of the blue yesterday, and that was that. I was happy to have him back in my life, so I didn't ask questions.

Today, we owed the dog lady a cherry pie. I said, Ronny do you bake?, and he said, Curt, would you believe I once won best pie at the Tippecanoe County Fair.

I figured he might have been stretching the truth a little bit. But regardless, when I got off work, he came over to the apartment and we baked and baked. We made six pies. He kept saying, Curt, this kitchen is too small, I can't work like this. And he kept hollering out instructions and I kept doing what he told me. Roll this, chop that.

I told him I was going to stop using quotation marks in the blog for a little bit. I said, I just want to see what it's like, you know?

He said, Curt, writers write, and bakers bake, the only thing that matters is if it tastes good.

I said, that makes sense.

Six pies. Five pies after Regrette pawed one off the counter and Warden took a big old bite. When Ronny hit Regrette I almost lost my cool. He said, Curt, your dogs will never calm down if you don't let them know who's boss.

I took a deep breath and said, Ronny, my dogs are just fine and please don't ever hit them again, thank you.

He said, if you don't use quotation marks, how will you know who is talking?

I said, people are smart. They can figure it out.

The pies, they were kind of not good, if you want to know the truth.