At the local coffee shop

A quietly posh, white-haired grandmother sipping her coffee. Across from her a pretty seven-year-old, evidently her granddaughter, sipping her hot chocolate. Both of them taking small bites from their pastries. I wondered whether the grandmother was remembering, as I was imagining, a day when she, at seven, was taken to tea by her grandmother and sat quietly, answering the grandmother’s questions, as the little girl did today.