Morning light filtered through kitchen blinds to illuminate our honey buns and steaming coffee. Mom and I. Sitting over morning sweets. With our ever-present companion, cigarette smoke. Always smoke. Even now. Always.Just like that I was transported to our Chateau house in St. Louis when I was four. Mom worked for A&P, packaging sweets. She brought the little mini chocolate donuts and honey buns home for us to eat on those days when we were up and the morning light came filtered through the window. Now and then. Mom and sweets. Cigarettes and always.