Publisher's Synopsis
As sure as the sun rose up like a peach pie baked fresh every morning, come six-o'clock Sunday evening, the Goodpudding family gathered around the table for dinner. They all agreed, the best part of the meal was Great-Aunt Gladdie's pie. But what kind of pie should she make? Would it be lemon meringue for Uncle Walter? Coconut cream for Grandma Goodpudding? Pinky pretzel pie for the twins? On that, the Goodpuddings could never agree. To Gladdie's dismay, every Sunday night a fight broke out. A real foot-stomping, table-thumping, shake-the-chandelier rhubarb. It was a tradition. But the ruckus was getting out of hand. When the pie police arrived, Gladdie realized she had to do something drastic to keep the Goodpudding peace.
