friend, stood on my front step holding a wicker basket in her hands.
“Edith!” She enveloped me in a warm hug the moment I opened the door. “I tried calling you several times, but you didn’t answer. I got worried, so I thought I’d just drop by and make sure you were all right.”
“Come in, Lorine,” I said, genuinely happy to see her. “I’m sorry I didn’t continue reading …
