“Do you see this pie?” she asks me, her face and voice completely serious. I just sigh and cross my arms. “Eli.” “Yes, I see the pie.” “This is my pie,” she says. “I nearly had to stab your brother Levi with a fork to get it. And I love you, but if you try to eat it, I’ll stab you with a fork.” “I understand,” I say. “You want me to eat it while you’re asleep.” Violet does not look amused.
