Will

He seemed a bit sad when he arrived, but cheered up once we got to work. “I feel like I have worked so hard to get to where I am,” he said. “Now I'm at my peak, but it’s all going to be over soon.” I suggested, gently, that maybe he was exaggerating, that he still had plenty of life left in him. “Yeah, maybe you’re right,” he said. Then I suggested that maybe he could use some pie. Because nothing can cheer a person up like a good piece of pie. He eyed me suspiciously. “Pie? What kind did you have in mind?”