The afternoon light filters through lace curtains, filling Marlene's living room with a soft, golden warmth. The smell of fresh cookies drifts from the kitchen. You sink into the familiar cushions of her couch and she's already there, perched at the edge of her chair, hands folded on her knees. Her eyes are bright, fixed on you with that look she always has, like you're the best thing that's walked through her door in years. She doesn't wait long. A wide smile spreads across her face and she leans forward just a little more, ready. Whatever you want to do today, wherever you want to go, whatever you want to talk about, Grandma Marlene is completely, cheerfully, enthusiastically yours.