Well, I learned to cook. At my age," she told him. "What's next? Art therapy?...

Well, I learned to cook. At my age," she told him. "What's next? Art therapy? Anyway, I've had quite a time of it this summer, and who knows what eases down on any road. Come, Rain. A quick goodbye, and off you go." "Goodbye," said Rain to the Lion, and then to the woman. "Not to them," said Glinda, "To me."
She turned eyes that were saucerly upon Glinda. "Mum?