Violet walked into the house and the first thing she saw was Sophie in her PJs sitting on the staircase. She smiled and said, “Aren’t you a little too old to wait up for Santa?”
“I was waiting for you. What took you so long?” Sophie said, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest, a sure sign she was irritated.
“Well, if you must know, I offered to put Victor’s kids to bed while he bid his guests a good night,” Violet said, removing her coat, scarf and hat. “Something wrong?”
“Yes…no…maybe,” Sophie said, deflating on the spot.
“Well, which one is it?” Violet asked. “Want a cuppa cocoa while you decide? I do!”
“What I want is someone to listen to me,” Sophie said peevishly, following her mother into the kitchen.
“I am listening,” Violet replied, over her shoulder. “You know very well I do my best listening while cooking…not that it takes much cooking skills to make hot cocoa.”
Sophie watched her mother go about making the cocoa, pouring milk into a pan, followed by cocoa powder and a sprinkling of cinnamon.
“How did it go with you and Rance?" Violet asked, while searching the cupboard.