THE QUEEN OF hEARTS

driving back to Gull Lake from the Red Owl
Mother and Nana were in the front seat,
a bag of just bought apples between them

the driver in front had done something wrong
Mother floored the gas
we passed him, Nana pitching the apples at him shouting
howda like them apples !

the next day the men arrived up from the Twin Cities for the weekend

no one spoke of our apple adventure
sandwiches and chips gave way to
grilled steaks, baked potatoes, corn on the cob

Nana baked dessert
only this weekend we would have tiny apple tarts
instead of her bountiful apple pies