Bleeding Kansas

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just go in and leave the pie on the table,” Lara suggested. “She must know we’re here but doesn’t want to answer the door.”
    “Not the first time we come over,” Susan said firmly. “She won’t know who we are or why we left a pie.”
    It was two weeks before Christmas. Neither Susan nor Lara had met Gina Haring yet. The day Gina moved in, Susan had a church board meeting, so Jim had shown Gina the house and explained the workings of the old octopus furnace, with its eight outsize arms pushing hot air into the house.
    Lara knew Gina’s car, a battered turquoise Escort, from all the trips she’d made past their house on her way to Lawrence. The Escort stood in the circular drive, alongside a newer car, one of the Honda hybrids. They didn’t recognize the hybrid model—no one who lived out here would own a car too small to take the punishment of country roads—but it had Douglas County plates, and a bumper sticker that proclaimed WITCHES HEAL.
    Susan had waited until eleven to drive over, not wanting to seem like a busybody. Lara came with her, hoping her mother and Gina Haring would get into some deep conversation so she could slip upstairs to retrieve her diary.
    The morning after she and Chip had broken into the house, her father had bolted two large planks across the coal-cellar doors. Lara didn’t know how she’d get in again uninvited unless Gina drove off and left the doors unlocked, and she couldn’t sneak through the fields a million times a day to see if that had happened.
    Susan was finally agreeing with Lara’s suggestion to leave the pie with a note for Gina when Gina opened the kitchen door. Lara couldn’t keep back a little gasp of admiration. Gina had on jeans, but they’d been ironed, and the big sweater she wore was made from yarn so soft Lara wanted to reach over to pet it. Not even her aunt Mimi wore such expensive-looking clothes. Gina also looked older than Lara had expected, her face thin, with well-defined bones, her dark hair combed severely behind her ears. Although it was Saturday morning, she even had on makeup, and tiny gold earrings.
    Susan rushed through the business of introductions: My name is—You met my husband—my daughter—If there’s anything you need—Here’s a pie.
    After a moment’s hesitation, Gina invited them into the kitchen. No one else was there, which made Lara wonder if the hybrid was hers along with the Ford. Gina didn’t smile or say anything, just stood holding the pie as if it were a foreign object she’d never seen before. Lara flushed, wondering what she and Susan could have done to make her so unfriendly.
    “I re-created the recipe as best I could from my husband’s great-great-grandmother’s papers,” Susan was saying. “Of course, she didn’t list ingredients in detail, or proportions, but I did as much research into pioneer baking as I could. Since you’re going to be living here, I thought you’d be interested in a pie that comes out of the history of this area. The apples are from the trees behind this house, and they still have branches going back to the 1850s. I think it’s pretty authentic.”
    “It also tastes good,” Lara ventured, seeing that Gina was looking even more forbidding.
    That made Gina laugh. Her front teeth were crooked, which seemed somehow glamorous to Lara, the little flaw that made the rest of her look perfect.
    She finally murmured something that might have been a thank-you, adding, “I’m not much interested in pioneer history.”
    “Oh, but once you start learning about it, you’ll change your mind.” Susan ignored Gina’s chilly tone. “This little triangle, where we and Fremantles and Schapens live, was at the center of some of America’s most violent battles in the 1850s. Not this house, but the people who lived here—this house wasn’t built until 1871, but the Fremantles, and my husband’s family, even—”
    “Mom!” Lara interrupted, embarrassed because Gina was looking stern.

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