January 21/365

Nann watched her closely; her bright eyes lingered on her granddaughter’s hands holding the cup. When Mary Margaret walked across the kitchen to the table, every movement was considered. Nann seemed to be collecting details for some reason. “You know, Pog, I do have one super power,” the old woman said, quietly. “I don’t miss a damn thing.”

Mary Margaret sat very still.


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