Reading...

I found Aunt Loma sitting at the kitchen table, her long curly red hair still loose and tousled, the dirty breakfast dishes pushed back to clear a space.  With one cat on her lap and another licking an oatmeal bowl on the table, she sat drinking coffee and reading a book of theater plays.

Mama never knew how often Aunt Loma put pleasure before duty like that.  Mama liked to stay in front of her work.  But then Loma was young - just twenty - and sloven."

Cold Sassy Tree

Olive Ann Burns