Not exactly sunrise, but Mia hadn’t been up long. She had a cup of tea, her computer and a shady spot on the back patio. No one would bother her on Sunday morning. She left her tea and headed back inside through the house. Before opening the door, she peeked out. She didn’t know whether to be relieved when she saw the familiar car in the drive or run for cover. A face peered in the window at her and she jumped back. Granny Myrna waved and then laughed. “Open up, Sugar. I need a cup of coffee,” Granny Myrna yelled through the window and Mia nodded. She clicked the dead bolt, turned the lock and opened the door. “You’ve got this place locked up tighter than Fort Knox. My goodness.” Her grandmother pulled off white lacy gloves and her Sunday hat. “I ran out of coffee and since you’re the only Cooper smart enough to live in town, I thought I’d come over here and bug you for a cup.”
