Carefully removing the cup from the nearest shelf in the curio cabinet, Jean smiled at her granddaughter. “Your mother used to have tea parties for her stuffed animals, and I thought we might have a tea party today. Would you like that?”
Little Mary looked curiously at the flowered cup. “You’d let me touch that?”
Jean smiled, remembering how strict Mary’s mother was. “Certainly, it won’t be of any use sitting here, will it?”
With that said, Jean placed two delicate china cups on the table while Mary collected her best friends from her bedroom. Hot water was coming to a boil as Jean glanced at the calendar. She looked back quickly to the kettle, hoping Mary wouldn’t notice it had been one year exactly since she lost her mother.