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will be in a minute. Can you use some of these cherries? I know how you love them.”
Kit leaned on the roof of her car, inhaling summer. “Sure, but not too many. I'm not canning when there is no one home to eat them but me.”
Teza placed the basket on the front seat of Kit's car and linked her arm through her niece's. “You've been crying.”
“Does it still show?” Kit shook her head. “My eyes get red if I even sneeze.” She squeezed her aunt's arm against her side. “Here you are worrying about me when it should be the other way around.”
“No need to worry, that's God's job. He said he'll take care of us, and I trust that he will.” Teza pushed open the door, and a billowing cloud of raspberry and sugar fragrance enveloped them.
“Raspberry preserves.” Much safer to change the subject. Kit refused to agree or even comment on the God-care thing. They'd been over this ground before. “Are you using the copper kettle?”
“Sure am.” Teza nodded toward the industrial size gas range that reigned over the other appliances in the enlarged country kitchen. “Should have two dozen pints ready to sell by tomorrow.”
“Wonderful. What are you bringing to the Fourth of July celebration?”
“I was hoping for cherry pies, but the pie cherries aren't ready yet. So raspberry shortcake I guess. Keeping the whipping cream cold would be a problem.”
“Not if you used the store-bought kind.”
The look Teza gave her made Kit shrug. “Just a thought.”
Teza picked up the whistling teakettle and poured the water into the teapot. “You want apple spice or licorice? I'm out of Red Zinger.”
“Apple spice.” Kit reached for the teacups and saucers and carried them to the table. Teza insisted that tea tasted better in bone China. Mugs were for coffee and hot chocolate.
Sitting down at the round oak table with a red-and-white-checked tablecloth, Kit watched her aunt. If they were to do a fund-raiser and use the quilt idea, Teza would be the automatic woman to ask to head up the quilt project. She knew more about quilting than anyone in Jefferson City or County. But perhaps it was too soon to ask; after all, it was just an idea at the moment.
Teza poured the steaming tea from the teapot and into their cups. “You seem pensive.”
Kit sighed. “I know. On the way out here I was thinking back to other parades and celebrations. This is the first time I'm not right in there, making sure everyone is in place and properly clothed. No Cooper kids are in the parade, at least not from this Cooper family.”
“Time marches on.” Teza took her chair.
“Bad pun.”
“You have to admit I tried.”
“Youre trying all right.” In more ways than one, but I sure couldn't do without you. They both chuckled and sipped their tea.
Inhaling the steam, Kit thought back to Marcy's warning. Take Teza to Seattle. How in the world would she get Teza to take a day off and do that? With no concrete reason?
EIGHT
I hate eating alone.
“Will there be anything else?” Juanita stopped at the door to the kitchen.
Elaine looked up from her coffee cup. “No, I don't think so, thanks.”
“You have meeting this morning?”
“Yes, and George said he would be home for dinner, so lets have something nice.” As if there is any chance he will live up to his word.
“Pork chops baked in applesauce?”
“That sounds good. I'll be at the hospital library for a while before the meeting, so don't worry about lunch.” Elaine paused and scrutinized Juanita. “I have a question.”
Juanita nodded. “Okay.”
“Did you have a mammogram like I told you to?”
Juanitas broad brow creased in confusion. “No comprendo?
“Pictures of your breasts.” Elaine squeezed her own between her flat hands to signify the procedure. “At the hospital.”
“Big machine? Smash flat?” At Elaine's nod, Juanita smiled. “5/. They say I am good and healthy.”
“Good.” At least I hope it is good. If our machine is not picking
Kit leaned on the roof of her car, inhaling summer. “Sure, but not too many. I'm not canning when there is no one home to eat them but me.”
Teza placed the basket on the front seat of Kit's car and linked her arm through her niece's. “You've been crying.”
“Does it still show?” Kit shook her head. “My eyes get red if I even sneeze.” She squeezed her aunt's arm against her side. “Here you are worrying about me when it should be the other way around.”
“No need to worry, that's God's job. He said he'll take care of us, and I trust that he will.” Teza pushed open the door, and a billowing cloud of raspberry and sugar fragrance enveloped them.
“Raspberry preserves.” Much safer to change the subject. Kit refused to agree or even comment on the God-care thing. They'd been over this ground before. “Are you using the copper kettle?”
“Sure am.” Teza nodded toward the industrial size gas range that reigned over the other appliances in the enlarged country kitchen. “Should have two dozen pints ready to sell by tomorrow.”
“Wonderful. What are you bringing to the Fourth of July celebration?”
“I was hoping for cherry pies, but the pie cherries aren't ready yet. So raspberry shortcake I guess. Keeping the whipping cream cold would be a problem.”
“Not if you used the store-bought kind.”
The look Teza gave her made Kit shrug. “Just a thought.”
Teza picked up the whistling teakettle and poured the water into the teapot. “You want apple spice or licorice? I'm out of Red Zinger.”
“Apple spice.” Kit reached for the teacups and saucers and carried them to the table. Teza insisted that tea tasted better in bone China. Mugs were for coffee and hot chocolate.
Sitting down at the round oak table with a red-and-white-checked tablecloth, Kit watched her aunt. If they were to do a fund-raiser and use the quilt idea, Teza would be the automatic woman to ask to head up the quilt project. She knew more about quilting than anyone in Jefferson City or County. But perhaps it was too soon to ask; after all, it was just an idea at the moment.
Teza poured the steaming tea from the teapot and into their cups. “You seem pensive.”
Kit sighed. “I know. On the way out here I was thinking back to other parades and celebrations. This is the first time I'm not right in there, making sure everyone is in place and properly clothed. No Cooper kids are in the parade, at least not from this Cooper family.”
“Time marches on.” Teza took her chair.
“Bad pun.”
“You have to admit I tried.”
“Youre trying all right.” In more ways than one, but I sure couldn't do without you. They both chuckled and sipped their tea.
Inhaling the steam, Kit thought back to Marcy's warning. Take Teza to Seattle. How in the world would she get Teza to take a day off and do that? With no concrete reason?
EIGHT
I hate eating alone.
“Will there be anything else?” Juanita stopped at the door to the kitchen.
Elaine looked up from her coffee cup. “No, I don't think so, thanks.”
“You have meeting this morning?”
“Yes, and George said he would be home for dinner, so lets have something nice.” As if there is any chance he will live up to his word.
“Pork chops baked in applesauce?”
“That sounds good. I'll be at the hospital library for a while before the meeting, so don't worry about lunch.” Elaine paused and scrutinized Juanita. “I have a question.”
Juanita nodded. “Okay.”
“Did you have a mammogram like I told you to?”
Juanitas broad brow creased in confusion. “No comprendo?
“Pictures of your breasts.” Elaine squeezed her own between her flat hands to signify the procedure. “At the hospital.”
“Big machine? Smash flat?” At Elaine's nod, Juanita smiled. “5/. They say I am good and healthy.”
“Good.” At least I hope it is good. If our machine is not picking
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