Advancing: Part 1

I've been making pies for 20 years, ever since I was a boy.

Maggie and me have our own little parlor in a good spot downtown.

We've been together for a long time now. I asked her to marry me a lot of times
but she always said things were fine the way they were.

One night, about 3 months ago, I was throwing some dough. Hey, it's the only way to do it
and I consider myself pretty good. 

Well anyways, I was tossing and I was about to finish one up. I was putting it up there real high,
like I do, and all of a sudden, it just stayed there—just stayed there in the air, spinning.

It took me a couple of moments to realize what was happening. I thought, hey, I'm dreaming.

But no, I was awake. I got scared and ran to the back of the kitchen. I stared at it.
There it was, floating in the air. I watched it for a minute and decided
that I was going to get a closer look.

I screwed up my courage. I consider myself a brave guy, hey, I served--
and I walked slowly back to the prep counter. I gazed up and the dough slowly came back down.
Out of reflex, I lifted my hands and caught it.

I told Maggie. She thought I had fallen and hit my head or something,
but then it happened again about a week later and she saw it. I know it's got her worried.

These past few months, it's done it a couple of times a week.
The dough will float and spin for a minute, and then slowly come back down.
I'm not as scared now as I was.

It's funny. Lately, business has been up, Maggie wants to get married
and I think our pies are even better than before.
But hey, they were always good.

           

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