Marilyn

A year and a half later

Stomping the snow from my boots, I look around the small café as the delicious aromas fill my senses. At this time of day, most of the tables and booths are occupied. I’m relieved to see my friend already has a table. By the time I reach Jill, my gloves are off and stuffed into my pockets. While we don’t get a lot of snow in Indianapolis, we can still experience the arctic freeze that accompanies the ...