113- Mugs and marshmallows

There’s a moment where I hold my breath and wait. It looks a little like Agnes is struggling with something. Then before I can so much as suggest marshmallows, Agnes throws herself at me. For half a second I think she is actually furious and trying to attack me, but instead she wraps her arms around me in the tightest bear hug a tiny old woman can give. She’s shaking and… is she crying? Oh no, wh