Kaitlyn set the tray of coffees on the counter and shook her arms out of her coat, laying it across the back of the kitchen chair.
“Mom? Gramma?”
“In here,” came a muddled call from the back bedroom.
“I have coffee” she called back. “Want some?”
“Bring it with you.”
She entered the bedroom to find her grandmother perched in a rocking chair and
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