Bright dimes and fresh-made bread
Kani and the silver-haired man giggled and shone like bright dimes still made from real silver. It was unlikely, and I loved it. My oldest friend was here for a visit, two weeks, ten days really and the silver-haired man was as shy as a fox. Fortunately, Kani Milrose was a woman who loved the company of foxes and was very familiar with trickery. I watched them. "Ham and cheese! Yum. You make that bread Lilly?" I nodded, dug my elbows into the quilt and slid toward the cooler of gin and tonic. "Help me with this." My upper body is powerful strong from the years of re-directing my muscles to my shoulders and arms but sometimes I just liked knowing someone could be my muscle.The cubes of ice were still holding their cold, but the lid to the old glass shaker was tight. Kani took the glass shaker, caught my eye and said softly, "This was your ma's." The gold stripping was mostly a memory, but yes the glass was the last of my mother's kitchenware. We&#