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Luke [first meeting]

I remember that day very clearly. I had gone to a small ma-and-pop coffee shop down the street for breakfast, instead of my usual expensive street vendor, in favour of household budget cuts. I had accidentally left my wallet at home, and as I was explaining my predicament to the elderly woman behind the counter, Ella had snuck in behind me and placed a $10 bill on the serving counter. She didn't speak a word as she walked off to an empty booth in the back corner, as if nothing had happened.

I walked over to thank her, and I remember the grey wool scarf she was wearing accenting her dark brown curls well. I recall thinking the weather was a bit warm for a scarf but looking back on it now, it was one of the first side effects from the cancer.