Chilling out on Mother's Day

On Mother's Day C, who is in 3rd grade, came over. She told me: "Your mother is dead, S is in Chicago, and you have no children. So let's have a date."
We biked over from her house to mine, washed, dried and folded all my laundry. Then we started the grill, she prepared the potatoes, and I prepared corn on cob. We invited her family and Jonathan with his kids from across the street.
But the main thing we did was to chill out, she with young adult novels on her Kindle, and me with Pippi Longstocking. C does not multitask. She reads with the intensity of her whole being.