Her father questions her mom, "Did you eat my pie?"
"No, I didn't", comes the reply.
He quizzes her little brother, "Kyle, did you eat my last piece of pie?".
"What pie?!" Her brother’s dark eyebrows furrow question marks on his six-year-old forehead. Her dad confronts the maids Angelinha and Bettinha, "What do you think happened to that last piece of pie, ladies?" They murmur, "
"No, I didn't", comes the reply.
He quizzes her little brother, "Kyle, did you eat my last piece of pie?".
"What pie?!" Her brother’s dark eyebrows furrow question marks on his six-year-old forehead. Her dad confronts the maids Angelinha and Bettinha, "What do you think happened to that last piece of pie, ladies?" They murmur, "
Não sabemos". They shake their heads, their brown eyes wide. Their faces wrinkle up at the kitchen ceiling which is the floor to Phoebe’s bedroom.
His blue eyes pierce hers when he finds her on the veranda looking out at the sea. He growls, "Phoebe, do you know who ate the last piece of lemon meringue pie?"
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