Lily was glad to see sunshine on Saturday morning. The week had gone by fast, like most of the time had since they’d been in Comfort. She put a pot roast in the slow cooker before she even made breakfast, and then she stirred up a rising of hot yeast rolls. By getting things organized and ready before time, she and the Coopers could spend more time visiting and less time in the kitchen. She remembered that Nora was friends with Polly as well as her mother, so she invited them over for midafternoon snacks. She’d just made a run up to her bedroom to freshen up a little when someone rapped on the front door. She finished brushing out her dark hair, checked her makeup one more time, and was hurrying downstairs when she heard Holly talking.

“Come in,” Holly said. “You must be Mrs. Cooper. I’m Holly. Where’s Mr. Cooper?”

“I left him at the barn with Mack and your brother,” Nora answered.

“Hello,” Lily said when she made it to the foyer. “Just hang your coat there on the hall tree and come on into the kitchen. I’m going to take out the dinner rolls so they can rise. Can I get you a glass of sweet tea?”

“That would be wonderful.” Nora removed her long coat to reveal jeans and a sweatshirt. “I didn’t get dressed up. Sometimes Orville insists that I stay out at the goat pens with him, but he’s having a pretty good day today.”

“No need to dress up to come visit here.” Lily looked down at her own jeans and T-shirt. “You’re family.”

“Thank you for that.” Nora followed them into the kitchen.

“I’ll get us all a glass of tea.” Holly made her way around them.

“Except for that blonde hair, she sure reminds me of Vera. Your grandmother, Vera’s mama, was a blonde. Maybe that’s where Holly got that pretty hair.” Nora followed Lily into the kitchen and sat down at the table.

“We never knew Mama’s granny. Did you?” Holly asked as she poured tea into glasses and set one in front of Nora.

“She died before I was born, but Mama had a picture of her,” Lily interjected. “It’s probably in one of the albums stored up in the attic.”

“Can we go up there and bring them down?” Holly asked.

“Sure, but not today. We’ll probably have to fight the dust bunnies to even find the albums.” Lily punched down the bread and pinched off pieces for rolls. “Mama talked about her a lot. What do you remember about her, Nora?”