Veronica

“You could have called,” Eliana commented. “I’m sure that as you traveled the world, you learned of something called technology. We have landlines now.”

Veronica scoffed. “It is more fun writing letters. This phone has made you all forget who we are at heart. Well, my letter did deliver the message, did it not?”

“Tea or coffee?” Eliana asked, setting herself behind the kitchen counter.

Veronica balanced herself on the kitchen stool and smiled. It was one of the few pieces of furniture in the room that looked to be from a newer time. Everything was exactly the way she left it; even the kitchen still had hints of their mother’s scent in it. Curry, cinnamon, and soured grapes. It tickled her nose.

“Tea. You know me, sister. That is an aspect of me that would remain constant.” She replied. “The house still looks as it did when we were kids. I notice slight changes and upgrades, but you have really tried to maintain Pa’s style.”

Eliana’s shaking hands had been reaching for the leav