Carol Wiebe

. I have a new poem to share with you, Sophia announced, even before she sat down at the table. For heaven’s sake, Sophia, can’t we just say hello and maybe look at the dessert menu? Mandy picked up the menu and pointedly buried her nose in it. Alright, said Sophia. I’ll have a key lime pie. That’s better. Mandy made her choice, and smiled at Sophia. Perhaps, for once, we can just sit and chat about inconsequential things. Like what? Don’t you want to hear my poem? Sophia was