Vi was a great cook, if she said so herself. She could make anything taste heavenly, if she just had the time. That’s why she had you in the kitchen with her on this cold afternoon, trying to teach you how to make the soup she’d made for you many times before.

“You diced those onions yet, cupcake?” Vi asked, moving to stand next you as you chopped onions. She had half a mind to take over for you, but restrained herself, instead just letting her hand rest against the small of your back.