TrinaTrina took one more quick look around the house. The living room was neat and free of all of Willow’s toys, for the moment. She knew they’d be scattered again soon. But at least it wouldn’t look like a tornado had torn through the room when her sister got here. She had fresh coffee made, and cinnamon rolls in the oven. She was no Betty Crocker, but she was satisfied with how welcoming her home felt this morning.
The warm sun poured into the dining room through the sliding glass door. The yard was still piled with patches of snow, but at least it was slowly melting. She was pretty sure spring was on its way. Finally. In Pittsburgh, you never knew what the weather was going to do. More than once since she’d been here, she’d seen all four seasons happen over a span of two days.
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