Dawn was staining the sky with pastel pinks and cool blues when Julia returned home from the hospital. She was setting the parking brake when a Tap! Tap! Tap! on the window startled her.
“Come inside!” Nana Lizzie motioned, shivering beside the car.
Too tired to argue, Julia followed. Her cat greeted her and the old house welcomed her with the smells of bacon and freshly baked banana bread. Her stomach rumbled.
“Hungry?” Nana Lizzie asked. Her face was pale and pinched looking, her eyes bloodshot and puffy.
Julia nodded, feeling the familiar twinges of guilt. Knowing her grandmother was upset, she decided to be helpful and made a fresh pot of coffee, then started putting dishes away.