"Mm, no. Mags' apple pie was special occasions. Those grand open welcome dinners to anyone who might wanna drive by to have some food or music.. Mags throws a hellva party," he granted, thinking back to the rancorous dancing, the stories, the laughter. The one drunk guy who always took it too far and needed punched out before the night was over.

"But she knew my granddaddy and he wouldn'ta taken too kindly to it, so it was more like an aunt slippin' me a sip of sweets. Shame all that had to end the way it did. Not a lotta parties like that are gonna ever happen again."