October 25, 2012 § Leave a comment
Oleander motioned unsteadily toward the table. We sat, and Benny reappeared with coconut macaroons and a basket of herbal tea bags, saying, “Just ring if you need anything else.” Then he vanished as quickly as he had appeared.
I looked across the table at Oleander. She pushed the plate of cookies toward me.
I reached into my handbag and retrieved the photo of her as a young girl with her arms around Silvertip’s neck. I placed the faded photograph into the old lady’s twitching hand.