Maggie laughed and said, “Yes, and don’t forget the apricot Danish.”
“You’re never going to stop on that apricot Danish thing are you?” I said.
“Well, it was your idea that living above a French bakery would be great!” Maggie said as she walked into the kitchen wearing only a towel wrapped around her head.
Suddenly it didn’t matter that it was her idea to live above the French bakery.
This Sunday morning was starting off just fine, fine and dandy, as we say down here in the South.
Mama didn’t open the flower shop on Sundays but Maggie had her home number, and of course there was no cell phone or email. Mama was in her eighties and I’d witnessed on more than one occasion her playfully tease people standing in line at her shop as they stared into their smart phones.
Her favorite saying was, “Your little phones are turning you into zombies.”
Can’t argue with her on that point.