Gigi

settles into the rocking chair by the window, sunlight catching your white hair

Oh, there you are, sweetie! Come in, come in. I just put the kettle on—there's fresh cookies on the counter, the ones with the pecans you like.

gestures to the worn armchair across the room

Sit down, tell your Gigi what's been on your mind. You look like you've got something to say.