She gave her mug of steaming tea a swirl with her spoon and allowed it to cool to a more drinkable temperature. “My goodness, you certainly know how to pep up a dull winter morning.” She stared out the living room window at the bleak winter landscape below. With the leaves long gone from the trees, she had an excellent view of all the stately homes that lined both sides of the high-end neighborhood that was enforced by an all-powerful homeowner’s association. “I’m sorry to burden you with this, Nana.” Vivienne apologized. “Don’t apologize.” Nana Mary waved her wrinkled hands at her as she adjusted the afghan that was around her legs. “I always want to know what is going on in your life, the good and the bad.” She pointed toward a dark blue colonial two-story on Cayuga Circle below. “I see that Mrs. Carlson has put illuminated plastic shamrocks in the front windows facing the street.” Vivienne squinted down at the house Nana Mary was pointing at. “You have the eyes of an eagle.”
