Chapter 22 Making Amends

• I poked at the soggy marshmallows that were trying to remain afloat while I sat at the kitchen counter drinking a steamy cup of hot chocolate.
• Rosella spotted me standing there soaked from the rain and hurried me into the kitchen, where she quickly dried me off like a lost dog and insisted on making me my old favorite mug of hot chocolate.
• The fact that Mom could still recall both Taylor's and my favorite hot beverage made me grin.