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Annie.
    “We want you to admit what you did.” Paige came up beside Annie.
    Macy crossed her arms. “What are you talking about?”
    “The pie. Admit that you sprinkled it with cumin before giving it to the judges,”
     Annie said.
    “I did no such thing!”
    “C’mon,” Sheila said. “Admit it. Nothing can be done about it now. DeeAnn’s out of
     the competition. It won’t matter at this point. How did you do it? Why?”
    “Look. I’d never do such a thing,” she said. “Not that I haven’t been angry with her.
     I really needed that job, and I am a damned good baker—one that doesn’t mix up her
     spices, by the way. I don’t need to resort to such tactics. I’m going to win that
     pie competition, fair and square!”
    She turned to leave, but Annie was still in her way. She shoved her with one big push,
     and Annie stumbled. In the meantime, Macy escaped to the driveway. Without her scrapbooking
     supplies.
    “It’s shocking that people take this pie competition so seriously,” Annie said after
     a few minutes. “This feels kind of surreal to me.”
    “I hope we didn’t scare her too much. She seemed kind of nervous and twitchy,” Vera
     said. “But you can’t go around sabotaging people’s pie.”
    The evening left the Cumberland Creek croppers scrambling for another plan, all of
     them gathered in Sheila’s basement. All of them, of course, except for DeeAnn.
     
     
    DeeAnn sometimes scrapbooked alone at home. Oh, she enjoyed the weekly crops and so
     on, but sometimes she didn’t get much done, because she was too busy chitchatting
     with her friends. So occasionally she sat at her own kitchen table and caught up.
    After the last crop, she’d thought about the things in her life that mattered. Truth
     was, she was not attached to most things, like Paige was. She had inherited all those
     old dishes and stories about them. What a fabulous legacy project for Randy to have
     someday.
    DeeAnn thought of all her scrapbooks as a legacy for her daughters. But when it came
     to things, precious few items existed in her life. But she did have boxes of their
     baby things and some precious toys that she couldn’t part with. Jacob had wanted to
     throw away everything. They’d argued about it over the years. He’d said there was
     just no room in his garage for all the stuff she wanted to keep.
    “Baloney, Jacob! That’s what garages are for!” she’d told him.
    “Believe it or not, DeeAnn, garages are for cars and tools, not boxes of toys and
     baby clothes.” But eventually, he’d come around. She was not above using food, blackmail,
     or sex to get what she wanted from her husband.
    So she had decided to photograph and catalog each item in a scrapbook. The first few
     photos were of the clothes the girls were both brought home in from the hospital.
     At the time she had journaled a bit about how she felt during those first few days
     after she’d brought them home, so she tore out the pages of the journal she’d used
     and glued them on the scrapbook page, next to the photos of the outfits. Her girls
     would now know what she had thought about during the first few days of their lives.
     Talk about a legacy.
    She loved the torn-paper technique. Several places sold items to help you tear the
     paper, but she liked to tear it herself. So satisfying to rip that paper. It gave
     it such an interesting edge and texture, which added depth to the page. And she really
     liked using those original pages that had her own writing on them.
    Each one of the girls had special pillows, which she had photographed. Karen had a
     Winnie-the-Pooh pillow, and Tracy had a pillow shaped like a duck. Both girls had
     used the pillows up until they were teenagers.
    She turned the radio on and grabbed a can of diet soda and sat down to work.
    Paige often teased DeeAnn about her kitchen, so immaculate and done in a strawberry
     theme. Her kitchen curtains, towels, pot holders, and even burner covers had