Cheryl peered out the window at the threatening clouds that evening and turned to check the weather forecast on TV. She would be seriously behind if this kept up. She was in the process of warming a fragrant pot of vegetable soup. It felt right for this rainy, chilly evening. She reached for her ...
A lady of indeterminate years, well over the half-century mark—perhaps closer to the century—sat with her back to the door. She hummed a crooning sound of affection as she leaned toward her feet, which were out of sight of the middle-aged man standing in the doorway. He watched for a moment and t...