The three of us—me and Cassie and our ten-year-old daughter, Luanne—were carving pumpkins at the kitchen table when Lu announced that her favorite movie of all time was The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. “I want to be Leatherface for Halloween,” she said. “Leatherface?” Cassie said. “He makes masks,” Lu said, “from the flesh of the dead.” “The ingenuity!” Cassie said. “The resourcefulness!”
Today, Hot Pie dropped a few more rotten blueberries outside the window. While he waited for the birds, he turned, sprinkled some more flour, then sugar. The kitchen had lots of sugar. Sugar was not in demand, not like fresh fruit. Or fresh meat. He glanced at the remaining fresh meat over in the corner; turkey flesh mostly, barely enough for three meat pies, four if he used sawdust. He had no idea how he would fulfill the order.