Anne-with-an-e has been writing a lot lately. She's been spotted regularly, hunched over the keyboard, tapping out a new story. A couple of us around here have observed that, lately, she looks a lot like me.
Today, Betsy saw her pour a cup of coffee, and walk away with it.
"Ummm .... Anne?" Betsy said, a worried look on her face, a meaningful glance at the coffee cup.
"Don't worry," Anne told Betsy. "It's for Mom. I'm just delivering it."