July 8, 2019
I was moving potato pankcakes from the pan to a plate. A drop of warm oil hit her thumb. Thankfully, just warm. I apologized - a lot.
Months later, she brings it up again in front of strangers: "Remember when you burned me with hot oil?"
Me: "You think you'll ever forget that happened?"
Cleo: With both palms up. "No. Because it's a memory now."














