The landlord had backed off. In fact, he was behaving like a gentleman and couldn't even look Ginnie in the eyes for how embarrassed he was for his display in the brothel. Ginnie was in a cheerful mood as she began to knead cold butter into pastry as quickly as she could, singing merrily away as she worked. She slipped the disc of it into parchment paper and then let it rest.

She was getting used to Pony's presence, though she wasn't quite sure how to feel about his being around as much as he seemed to be. She didn't mind, of course, he was nice to talk to when they went to work and when they tiredly went home for the night. In fact, she was starting to think about him at times.

She wondered how he was doing. She wondered if one of the girls from the brothel held his attention, then she scowled at herself. And why should she care? He was just her friend. Right?

She frowned as she stirred the filling for the pie, having cooked apples down with sugar.