I set the table like I did each first Wednesday of the month: two saucers, two cups, two little spoons. Next came the cream, the sugar, and the little pot of tea wrapped in a floral cozie. I wasn’t sure if she’d come this time, but I hoped she made time. A knock sounded at the door and I bustled to open it. My friend floated in with a dramatic swish of her skirts.
She laughed upon seeing my ecstatic face, “Edna, love! I must say the flowers you gave me last week were beautiful. Made me feel like I had the prettiest grave on the lot!"
It was going to be a great tea time in deed.