“All done,” he announced. Edith had just put in the last ingredients for tomorrow’s shower cake. She’d decided to make it lemon with cream cheese frosting. And she would decorate it with pink and blue. Not terribly clever, but this was fairly last minute, and sometimes one just had to make do. “Already?” she said as she turned on her big mixer and moved toward her little desk. “What do I owe you?” Peter glanced around the kitchen, then grinned as his eyes spied something. “Are those cinnamon rolls?” “Want one?” she offered. “Got any coffee?” “I do for you,” she said. “Why don’t you sit down and make yourself comfy.” “I can’t believe that none of your kids came home for the holidays,” said Peter. “If my parents’ place was as great as this, I’d sure make the effort to go see them.” “How are your folks doing?” she asked as she set not one but two cinnamon rolls before him. “Do they like Arizona?” “I guess. But I don’t get it.”
What do You think about The Treasure Of Christmas?
