Werepear pies: delicious pun or terrifying truth?
On the first harvest of the season, I finally get my chance to run a crew picking werepears. This would be enough excitement for one night, but under the full moon, I see something in Josh’s eyes I hadn’t seen before.
It’s one of those pesky L words. One I’m not sure I’m ready to say. Not when life will force him to leave for college next year.
Those L words are everywhere.
And the pies won’t pick themselves.