the last piece of pie

i'm full,

she says. rubbing her belly.

i'll never eat again.

i promise you,

as God is my witness

i'll never

put another forkful of

pie in my mouth.

ever.

there's one piece left,

i tell her.

split it? be a shame to

throw it away.

you know, the starving

people in India.

okay, she sighs, but

after this.

never again will i

eat pie.

any whipped cream left?

shake the can.