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              Olivia sighed as she looked over the report.  “I hate doing this.”  She typed away on the computer.  “Out of everything I have to do for Red, this is the worst.  Tracking where our blueberry products go.  Wait.”  She narrowed her eyes.  “Umm, this isn’t good.  I think I might have mixed up a shipment.  I might have sent the wrong juice product to someone.”  She gulped.  “I hate that we produce two different types of blueberry filling because Red doesn’t want the company to be completely, oh my god, we turn people into blueberries.  But if he finds out I did this, he will kill me.

              She spotted one of the new attendants walking down the hallway.  “Hey, you are new here, right?”

              The man pointed at himself.  “Me?”  Olivia nodded his head.  “Umm ya.”

              “What is your name?”

              “Ronald.”

              “Okay, well, welcome to Red’s Juicing Station.”

              “Oh, thank you.  You know people are so kind here.”  He smiled as he went on with his day.

              She wrote the name down.  “Ronald.  When this blows up you are taking the fall.  Because I can’t let Red know we let some of the special blueberry juice out into the wild without his permission.”  She sighed.  “Someone is about to get an extra special blueberry pie.”

              ***

              Jen wiped the sweat from her forehead as the delivery truck pulled into the driveway.  “Hmm, I wonder what that could be.”  She sighed as she leaned against the push mower and watched her client Zach walk towards the truck.  “Whatever it is, it smells good.”  She was working her way through college, trying to earn money to pay her rent.  It was nothing but odd jobs here and there.  In this economy, you have to take what you can get.  She didn’t want to mow people’s lawns, but hey, it helped to pay bills.  It wasn’t like they wanted to do it themselves.  Her only real complaint was she was stuck using a medieval push mower.

              Zach waved to the driver and walked up to the house.  As he did so, he waved at her.  She smiled, taking it as a sign for a much-needed break.  This was her third house today, and she was beat.  Between the ninety-degree heat and pushing her damn little mower, she was ready to have some water.  Maybe a bite to eat if Zach didn’t mind her going out for a bit to grab some fast food.  She waved at him as she ran up to him.  “Thank you for letting me relax a bit.  It’s been hell today.”

              He smiled as he sat on his porch.  “Really?”

              She pulled at her damp jeans.  “You don’t know the half of it.  When was the last time you were out in the bleeding sun for a good five hours?”

              He laughed as she set his package down on the table between them.  She could smell a wonderful aroma drifting from it with a hint of blueberries.  “Almost every day.  You do know I work on a farm.”

              She had guessed that. Jen didn’t always like working his lawn due to the smell of manure at this time of year, though seeing the goats and horses was nice.

              “So, you want something to eat?  Maybe a nice cold glass of water to go with it?”

              “Huh?  You are not going to make me drive down to Greasy Freds to get my dinner?”

              Zach laughed. “No. You are doing me a solid, so I thought I would buy you something special.”  He pushed the package towards her. “I heard you like pies, especially blueberries. Now, why don’t you treat yourself while I go and get that water?  We have a wonderful spring here, so you will love it.”  He stood up and vanished into the house.

              She knew she smelled blueberries and immediately tore at the box.  Jen couldn’t believe he remembered as she had only told him once.  As the wrapping ripped open, the smell of blueberries only intensified.  “Oh god.  It’s. . . wonderful.”  She licked her lips.  “Now pace yourself, Jen.  You still have work to do, so you can’t bog yourself down on such a. . . wonderful. . . delicious looking treat.”  She said that, knowing full well that if she didn’t control herself, she would eat the pie whole.

              Zach returned a few moments later with a glass of water, a plate, a knife, and a fork.  “Here we are.  Hope you enjoy.”

              “You aren’t going to have some?”  She cut herself a piece.

              “I have some leftover chicken and sausage skillet in the fridge.  Besides, blueberry pie isn’t really my thing.  Again, this is your treat.”  He turned around.  “Tell me if you need any of it wrapped up.”

              She nodded her head as she dug in.  “Will do.”  She hoped there would be some left as some of the pie dripped down onto her t-shirt.  “I will do my best to save some.”

              He laughed.  “I am sure you will.”  He left her alone.

              As she dug into the pie, she couldn’t help but feel it was filling her up more quickly than usual.  “Ugh, that is strange.”  She scratched at her side.  “I have only had one piece, and I already feel full.”  She moaned.  “No, I feel. . . ugh. . . so fucking full and bloated.”  She stood up.  “I think I will save this for later.  It is so fucking good but filling.”  She turned around, her face bright blue.  “I just hope I can get through work now.  Hey Zach, you can put the rest of the food in a bag.”

              “What, you are done already?”

              “Well, you got the extra filling pie.  What can I say?”

              “Extra filling pie?  What do you mean?”

              She didn’t answer as she walked across the lawn to her mower.  “Shesh, it’s hot.”  She snorted.  “I better finish so I can head home and enjoy some time to myself.  Get some studying in and maybe some gaming.”  As she put her hands on the mower handles, she felt the pressure in her body increase.  “Ugh, and I should hurry before this pie decides it wants to do anything funny with my body.  Ehhh?”

              She raised her hand in front of her face.  “What?  My hand is. . . blue?”  She looked over her body.  “No, my entire fucking body is blue!  What the hell is going on here?”