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Tyne drew back and wiped her face with the back of one hand. “You look great, Auntie. But you didn’t tell us you were coming home.”
Millie chuckled as they turned with their arms around each other, and walked slowly towards the porch steps. “Surprised you, did I? But it was a rather sudden decision, after all. My friend was admitted to a nursing home without much warning, and as soon as I got her packed up, I packed my own few things and … well, here I am.” She bent to pat Sparky’s head, then followed Tyne into the house.
In the kitchen Millie, without any prompting, got two mugs from the cupboard while Tyne filled the coffee pot with water from the tap. This much rehearsed activity required no direction from either woman. Sharing a cup of coffee was so much a part of their loving relationship that words would have been redundant, and intrusive.
Millie reached into the refrigerator for cream. “I saw your tractor and combine in the far field as I came along. And was that my little nephew operating it?”
Tyne laughed as she measured coffee grounds into the metal top of the perculator. “It certainly is. Jeremy’s combining and Morley’s hauling the grain in the dump truck.”
“Jeremy feeling better then?”
Tyne shrugged as she put the coffee perc on the wood-burning range. “At times he is. Working with the vet does him good, and so does coming out to the farm.”
Millie lowered herself into a chair at the table, and folded her hands on the oilcloth covered top. “Your mother said in a letter that your dad is not too sympathetic.”
Tyne took a tin of oatmeal cookies from a shelf. “You know Dad – always has that ‘Just get on with it’ attitude. But he’s hurting, too. Barry was like a member of our family.” She put a plate of cookies on the table and sat down facing her aunt.
The aroma of baking pastry and cinnamon suddenly seemed to fill the kitchen. Millie sniffed with appreciation. “Smells like something good.”
Tyne screamed and catapulted to her feet. “Oh no, my pies.” She threw the oven door open, grabbed two pot holders …