Cookies and Lemonade (part 3)

Crystal trotted up the steps and through the welcoming door. She hung her bonnet on a peg by the door. As always, there was a plate of cookies on the kitchen table. She sat down with at the table with Nana.

“Hello Nana Mae.”

“Hello, dear.

They sat and talked for a good half hour, until there was a clomping on the steps to the porch. A young man with a tan Stetson walked through the door.

James Bowers.

He had grown in the years since he gave her the cat. The black and white cat that she named Cookie.