The hot chocolate was comforting — keeping the biting cold of that arctic blast at bay. (I mean, I think it’s 39 degrees out there!)
Anyway… I’m at the sink in the kitchen rinsing out the dark cobalt-blue mug when the fair and industrious Trudy comes back from the living room at a brisk pace.
“I have towels to dry before I sleep.”
Somewhere my grandmother is smiling.