THE WHOLE DAMN LOVELY THING by Melissa Goode • Cleaver Magazine
THE WHOLE DAMN LOVELY THING by Melissa Goode Hannah made a cherry pie and it relaxed her. Only when she was carrying the pie from her house to the neighbor’s, still warm in its tin, did she think it might be inappropriate for a barbecue. She should have brought a six-pack of beer, or some cheese and crackers, because a barbecue probably did not even make it to dessert. In any case, it was too late. Amy had come to her front door to let in a couple of people and spotted Hannah walking up the drive. Hannah felt overdressed too. She was. She always was, now wearing a white sundress with pumps—Amy wore jeans and flip-flops. “Oh, you weren’t supposed to bring anything,” Amy said, dragging her into a one armed hug, her other hand holding a glass of wine. Hannah wanted to turn around and throw the pie in the trash, but Amy was pulling back the dish towel covering. “Wow! Did you make that?” “Yes. I did,” Hannah said, quietly.