I answered the phone, and the caller announced that she and her hubby
were bringing dinner and staying to eat, too.
For once I didn't panic.
Our house wasn't neat as a pin and I probably hadn't showered, but I knew she didn't care.
She knew our dirt (literally and figuratively) and we knew theirs.
Nothing to prove, no false face to put on.
They simply wanted to spend time with us and the kids.
A quick swipe of the toilet, fresh cut flowers from the yard, and a pitcher of tea
to complement hot dogs and baked beans in the company of friends.
It was a lovely way to spend an evening.
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