[ CW ] Pi Constraint

“ God, ” I said, “ I smell... Millicent, is baking cakes the right decision? ” 
 
 Millicent frowned, “ Naturally, but if you actually look, notice I ’ m baking plum pie. ” She faltered. “ One of mother ’ s favorites. ” 
 
 “ Woman! ” We bristled bitterly. Sins I committed hovered. I viewed, guiltless, her affronted character. “ Her nagging voice, I truly despised it. Millicent, meeting over. Henrietta can ’ t come today. ” 
 
 Millicent, at her loudest, screamed, “ I cooked pies, George! If Mortimer beheld -- ” 
 
 “ Ha! Mortimer abandoned Henrietta -- horrible father. If Mortimer was here, probably he would say that we…I -- I, indeed, should despise Henrietta! ” 
 
 ~ ~ ~ 
 
 Marriage is a long campaign. Marriage abides…until I ate it, devoured it: pie. 
 
 Warily, insult your spouse ’ s ancestors. She probably won ’ t like really malicious words. Never trust pastries. Ha, or eat a poison ’ d-to-death pie! Maybe, Millicent, pies shouldn ’ t -- I am appalled -- kill husbands. 

