I sat on a stranger's porch steps in The Heights and drank her tea

It was ninety eight degrees and very humid in The Heights on a Friday afternoon and I was walking and defeated. A woman on a porch called out, you look like you need some tea. I sat on her steps for fifteen minutes and drank from a mason jar. She asked nothing. She talked about her roses, which were six, and had names, which I will not repeat. I left feeling restored. I owe her a jar and a story. I have the jar. I am working on the story.