I Mowed the Lawn for the 82-Year-Old Widow Next Door – The Next Morning, a Sheriff Woke Me up with a Request That Made My Blood Run Cold

apple pie every Sunday.”

“You already planned this?”

I could hear the rest coming.

Lila folded her arms. “It makes people feel remembered.”

I stared at her. “Forty pies?”

“Thirty-eight. But 40 sounds better.”

She brightened. “I checked the store app. If we buy the cheap flour and the apples on sale, and if I use my babysitting money-”

I cut in. “You already continue reading …