Ella Charles had finished cooking and phoned Grace, asking her to come over to the shop for dinner.
Clearing her throat, Grace spoke in a thick voice, "I'll be right there."
Feeling something was off, Ella Charles's eyebrows furrowed together, "Grace, what's wrong with you? Your voice sounds hoarse!"
"Mom, I'm fine, I've just caught a cold, that's all."
Ella Charles's voice turned even gentler, "There's medicine in the drawer under the TV. Take some and put on a thick jacket, keep warm. We are in a mining area, up in the mountains, so it's colder than the city. You don't have to come here, I'll bring the food to you."
"Mom, don't bother, I can come by myself. I have my thick jacket on. It's just a minor cold, nothing serious, some medicine will do."
After a moment of hesitation, Ella Charles said, "In that case, come over here. I'll make you some ginger soup."
"Thank you, mom!"
