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Referring closely to the short story, The Cookie Lady, explore Mrs. Drew’s fascination with Bubber. Answer in 100-150 words incorporating the following details. - English Literature

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Referring closely to the short story, The Cookie Lady, explore Mrs. Drew’s fascination with Bubber. Answer in 100-150 words incorporating the following details.

  1. Mrs. Drew’s repeated interactions with Bubber
  2. Role of the cookies in the short story
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In "The Cookie Lady," Mrs. Drew’s fascination with Bubber stems from her repeated interactions with him, which serve as a source of companionship and entertainment in her otherwise lonely life. Mrs. Drew, an elderly woman, takes delight in Bubber's visits, offering him cookies each time he comes over. These interactions allow her to relive moments of her youth and provide a sense of purpose. The cookies play a crucial role in the story, symbolizing Mrs. Drew's attempt to lure Bubber into her world. They represent the sweetness of her nostalgic memories and her desire to connect with the young boy. Over time, the cookies also reveal a more sinister aspect as Mrs. Drew's obsession with Bubber grows. Her fixation becomes apparent when the cookies she bakes start to take a toll on Bubber, suggesting an eerie and possessive nature to her hospitality. Through these interactions and the symbolic role of the cookies, Mrs. Drew’s character is depicted as complex, driven by both loneliness and a yearning for connection.

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