Less than two weeks after making the list in Twin City Talker, after she’d believed it had all blown over, Edith was now making at least four pies for every shift she worked. But it had indeed brought nice things, too. People were visiting in numbers they never had before. The five o’clock dinner at St. Anthony-Waterside had been transformed from a quiet but well-lit thirty-five minutes into a boisterous social event, the kind where people of all ages lingered around tables hours after the sun set and the kitchen closed.
