Shock

As Cordia entered the kitchen on Margaret’s heels, she peered around anxiously, hoping to find a way to engage Margaret in a conversation so that he could ask the question she’d been longing to have answered. As if reading her mind, Margaret began to slice the pumpkin bread and poured two cups of coffee. “Have a seat, darling. I don’t get too many opportunities these days to visit with you. I’d love to hear how the wedding planning is a’comin’ along.”

Cordia went around the side of the table and sat down in the chair she had always sat in when she was visiting. It seemed like so long ago, in those carefree days when she would come in from running around in the backyard, hair a mess, covered with dirt, and sit down for a glass of milk. Those days were long gone now, as was the friend she had played with so hard.

Margaret set coffee and a slice of bread in front of Cordia and sat down across from her. As Cordia studied her