Twin Pies

Once again, a silly, clever title chooses the picture. I baked a pie for my very ill sister, than another, because, why not?
Not that she feels like pie, but that's not the point, is it?
Met my brother-in-law for lunch to give him the pie since sis wasn't up for company, but then followed him home to say hi to her anyway. However, there we found her on the floor barely conscious. Now she is hospitalized, getting a barrage of tests, getting stabilized. She dozed on the ER table; when Gery touched her shoulder, she popped open her eyes and gave a big, happy grin. Always, always upbeat.