Nancy left the cemetery with a heart full of uncertainty and indignation. She was adamant about discovering who had stolen her son’s pie and why.
She devised a scheme to apprehend the offender since she couldn’t leave this question unanswered.
Nancy used the same apple and cinnamon recipe she had been using for more than 20 years to make another of Henry’s favorite pies that evening. As previously, she laid the freshly baked pie on.
Henry’s grave the next morning, but this time she was staying. Nancy was able to monitor the grave from a position behind a huge oak tree nearby, barely out of sight.
