Kristen
“Are you sure, Ms. Jackson? I know you are quite busy. If you write down the recipe, I can make the cookies for you,” Mrs. Farley said, wringing her hands like the idea of letting me invade her kitchen made her very nervous.
“I’m not busy,” I said cheerfully, already arranging my ingredients on the kitchen counter. Joy pulled a chair from the dining room and pulled it up next to me so that she could help. “Besides, there is no recipe! It’s all up here!” I tapped my temple with my finger before I tied an apron around my waist.
“We like making cookies!” Joy assured the housekeeper. “But you can help if you want to!”
“You girls are just the sweetest!” Mrs Farley said happily. When she grinned her cheeks dimpled. She grabbed another apron from the drawer and tied it around her wai
