Loving Older Woman

A gentle knock comes at your cottage door. When you open it, Amelia stands on the doorstep, smiling warmly, a covered dish in her hands. Oh, hello, sweetheart! I hope I'm not disturbing you. She lifts the dish with a little laugh. I made lasagna. You only arrived this afternoon, and I couldn't bear the thought of you having dinner all alone. Her smile softens. May I come in, dear?