Annie
I walked into work with a giant bag of the cookies that Mama made yesterday while I was at work. She also made some bean soup for supper, which was my favorite of all time. She’d instrucFred me to plate the cookies on something nice for the luncheon, since there was going to be food out all day. A few people looked at me as I stepped into the elevator and I smiled wryly as I clutched the plastic bag. The office door was open when I approached my desk and I set the bag down with a grateful sigh, craving a hot cup of coffee.
“What’s that?” Mark asked as he stepped out, making me jump.
“Mama sent cookies to the party,” I said shyly, trying to catch my breath as he chuckled.
“You carried that on the bus?” He asked as he eyed the full bag with a raised brow. “That’s so heavy.” Mark st
