“In a moment.”
He nodded.
We finished the song.
Then he released my hand, switched off the burner, and took two cups from the cupboard.
I folded the pale-blue dress and carried it upstairs.
When I returned, Daniel was standing beside the kitchen counter with the teapot.
“Where do you keep the honey now, Mom?”
“Same place as always. Behind the sugar.”
He found it, set it on the table, and pulled out a chair for me.
I sat down while he poured the tea.
