Grandma, once a young wife and mother, now 82 and without Grandpa, looks forward to her Sunday family dinners. This gathering of loved ones keeps her young, planning and preparing one huge meal after another.
With trembling hands she'll peel potatoes and snap beans, put out her best tablecloth and napkins. These days though, she needs our help and we gladly though deceptively comply. A pinch of salt in secret, a few spices behind her back; we all love her dearly and would never dream of telling her the truth. After all it's not about the cooking it's about family.
Kathy Neilsen
Word Count: 100


Comments: 17
I can almost smell the spices. And imagine the accomplice smiles.
Beautiful drabble!
you told a lovely tale of when a lie is good....