winnie wasn’t sure of a lot of things.
she wasn’t sure if her brother thought she was as naive and innocent as she was before he was gone, she wasn’t sure if he actually ate the fresh bread or baked sweets she brought him every week, she wasn’t sure if he wanted her to drop by as often as she did. what she was sure of, however, was that she had missed him, and any excuse to visit was good. and as long as he didn’t outwardly show any disinterest in her visits, winnie would make sure she was there every week, like clockwork, with something for him.
she wanted to make him feel like he was safe now that he was home again, and there was nothing safer than familiarity and routine. baking like she used to, insisting that he try things... it was almost like nothing had changed.
“good morning!” she called out as she wandered through the front door. “are you home, or can i raid your cupboards to steal your tea without you looking?” // @fitzwillicms