At 82, I Found

in the doorway.

“Oh my gosh,” she said. “It looks like Grandma fought a snowman in here.”

Frank looked down at himself. “I may need help.”

Diane laughed so hard she had to sit down.

He realized then that laughter could be part of repentance too.

They baked together, following Margaret’s card. Diane knew things Frank did not. How Margaret crimped the edges.continue reading …