Ashley asked Grandma to make a four-tier wedding cake
Grandma lived on a modest pension, but she bought the supplies herself and spent three days baking and decorating.
When I visited, sugar flowers covered the kitchen table.
She rubbed her aching wrist, then held up a delicate rose for me to admire.
“It’s beautiful,” I told her.
She smiled and went straight back to work.
She spent three days baking and decorating.
I stayed overnight so I could drive her to the wedding outside the city. Ashley was coming for the cake in the morning.
I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of voices in the front hall.
Ashley had arrived.
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