Violet had made her favorite breakfast hoping it would cheer her up, but her usual hearty appetite had deserted her. She piddled with her fork, swirling the bread around in a copious amount of syrup. She knew what was wrong. She’d forgotten the powdered sugar. Getting up, she opened the cabinet and was retrieving it when Margaret walked into the kitchen. “Good morning,” her daughter said with a yawn. “Good morning, dear. Would you like some French toast?” Violet asked. “Sure.” Margaret plopped down at the table, and Violet handed her a heaping plate. Violet set the powdered sugar down next to Margaret and slumped back into her chair. They sat quietly for a while before Margaret said, “Aren’t you going to eat yours?” Violet looked up, unaware she hadn’t eaten but a couple of bites. She took a bite and smiled at Margaret.
