Icing and Sweet Potato Pie

Icing and Sweet Potato Pie
I can still remember the smell of the sweet potato pie cooking in the oven, and the fifteen-gallon tub of icing by the sink. We called her Mary Jo, and I thought of her like a grandmother. Every year around fall, my mom and I went to her house to make sweatshirts for the season. When we did that, she made sweet potato pie every time. She knew that I didn’t like marshmallows on mine, so when I sat in the living room, I looked over and I saw her leave a spot with none on there. Mary Jo did cake decorating for a living, and that would explain the fifteen-gallon tub of icing. I loved the icing because she made it homemade. I always peeked my little head around the corner making sure she didn’t see me, and I would take my finger for a quick dip in the icing. I’m sure she saw me, but just neve...