Her granddaughter had helped her.
I promised to assist with any eligible losses or fees that hadn’t been reimbursed.
But Mrs. Kowalczyk wasn’t finished.
“The worst part wasn’t the money,” she said.
She explained that on her last visit to Rosie’s, she’d struggled to retrieve her payment card from her purse.
Madison had grown impatient.
In front of several customers, she’d suggested that Mrs. Kowalczyk should bring someone capable of handling payments for her.
“She made me feel foolish,” Mrs. Kowalczyk whispered. “Like I was too old to be there.”
I felt ashamed.
“Your mother would never have treated me that way,” she added.
“No,” I admitted. “She wouldn’t.”
I waited before speaking again.
“Mrs. K, may I pick you up after church this Sunday? I’ll bring you to Rosie’s, and we’ll have lunch together.”
She studied my face.
“Chicken and dumplings?”
