No one said anything. They all seemed pretty intent on watching the old lady at the kitchen counter, getting their tea ready. She poured the tea into tall glasses filled with ice, then garnished each one with a lemon wedge. Looking deathly serious, she set a glass before each of them and didn’t appear to hear their mumbled thanks.
She put a hand to her forehead. “Oh! We need something to go with this. Who’s up for cookies?”
At the mention of the word “cookie,” Barley lifted his head and sniffed. He hasn’t changed much.Clara also shifted into anticipatory mode, Flynn thought with an inner chuckle.
As Dee busied herself filling a shallow bowl with gingersnaps from a box, Barley returned to his dreams.
Dee brought the cookies, along with a sugar dispenser and a half quart of milk, over to the table and set them down. “Please, help yourselves. If you want something more, I can make you a sandwich. I have olive loaf and Swiss cheese.”