"Thank you, Willow. That means more to me than you’ll ever know."
"I mean every word," she says, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand. "Now, stay right there. I’m buying you a decaf chamomile tea and one of those giant blueberry scones. You’re eating for two, and as your sister, I am officially taking charge of your afternoon snacks."
“Deal." I glance over at the display case and my mouth starts to water. “And maybe a carrot muffin too, please? I’m ravenous today, for some reason.”
“You got it.” She waves away my hand as I offer her a ten-dollar bill. “My treat, remember?”
For the next two hours, time seems to stretch out in the most peaceful, easy way imaginable. We drink our tea, split the scone and the muffin, and talk about simple, beautiful things.
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