Alexis looked up. Leaning against the truck’s counter was a woman with wild sage-green eyes and a crooked smile. She wore a faded diner jacket embroidered with the name Megan .
Alexis picked up a slice of pie, handed it to Megan, and said, “Then let’s scream together.” Alexis Fawx- Megan Sage - Apple Pie And I Screa...
“I lied,” Megan said softly. “I don’t have a podcast. I don’t even have a blog. Dust & Sugar was my mother’s. She used to make apple pie and then scream at the sky during thunderstorms. She said the world needed both—the comfort and the rage.” Alexis looked up
Then she heard it. A voice like honey over gravel. handed it to Megan