She always carried wintergreen candies in her handbag
and had crocheted quips on her couch pillows.
She had framed photos of her dogs on the wall of her dining room.
She made me a cup of tea.
It was snowing.
When she got up to get a saucer for my spent teabag a cockroach crawled over the napkin holder.
I pretended not to see it.
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