Susan retrieved the parcel from her doorstep and read the return address. Thoughts of her granddaughter warmed her heart. “Wonderful.” She stepped back into the warmth, letting the storm door close itself and shoving the heavy red door closed with her hip. “Who was it?” Tracy’s voice rasped in her ear. Sunday afternoon cribbage games with her neighbor were almost …
The sun shone bright again after four days of torrential downpours. Phoebe’s iced tea tasted somehow sweeter in the fancy blue glass from her wedding ten years earlier. Pausing mid-sip, she set her drink on the souvenir coaster from Niagara Falls. Activity out front caught her eye and she peered through the screened window.
Lisa placed her phone on the table with care. The pink case blended with her favorite springtime cloth. Her hands rested palms down in front of her. “I can’t believe it.” The echo of her voice filled the kitchen. “Lord, what can I do?” Fragrance from the vase of lilacs matched their deep purple beauty.
Life unfolded outside the bay window in Patty’s kitchen alcove. The Johnson twins ran down the street to the crosswalk. Bill Winchester got in his VW camper and drove down Elm Street toward town. Old Mrs. Carpenter toddled out, picked up her newspaper, and toddled back inside her home. Different day, same routine.