Dear Grapevine

AT A MEETING in Kelso, Washington, there were about 12 people present and the leader was reading the Preamble. The door opened and an older lady walked in, carrying cupcakes in a box. She went and whispered in the ear of the leader, a young woman, who looked up at the older woman and, with a choked-up voice, said, "Put them on the table." She did, then she headed for the door, turning and looking at us before walking out.