The doorbell just rang and I, of course, yelled at my husband to get it since I haven't seen a hairbrush or toothbrush yet this morning and I recognized the voice. A close neighbor friend was talking so I felt safe to investigate. In my husband's hands was 1/2 a pie, cherry, homemade crust, tart cherries. Now she had said yesterday that she was pitting cherries all day, but this is just too good to be true. She thought of us and another neighbor (that's where the other 1/2 went).