The whole table laughed, and the teenager beamed.

The comment was exactly the sort of thing Rose had told us when we were small.

I looked toward Brandon, who was carrying extra chairs into the room, and saw that he’d heard it, too.

After the workshop, several students thanked her.

One woman said she had stopped baking after her husband died and wanted to try again.

Another wanted to make cupcakes for her child’s school without feeling as though every decoration had to be perfect.

Grandma listened to each of them.