grand finale Grandma Robertson At our house I drank hot chocolate. At your house, you called it cocoa. You made it with boiled milk that Cooling formed a layer of skin. Your cocoa was unsweetened: I cried. The help brought a sugar bowl, a sugar spoon, A soft-boiled egg in a Wedgwood cup, An ice-filled bowl of unsalted butter balls, A scissors with a circle to cut the end of the egg. I dropped the butter in the hole, Lifted the cocoa skin with a sugar spoon, Let it cling. As close as you dared to come. —Jennifer Kwa 52 GRAND JUNE 2009