“Mom, there’s someone at the door.”

It was a Saturday morning and I hadn’t showered yet. I’m pretty sure I had only had one cup of coffee, so all my brain cells weren’t firing yet.

That must be why I responded completely intelligently with a “Whaaaa?”

“There’s SOMEONE at the DOOR.”

They hadn’t rung the bell or come in through the garage the way people who know us do.

They were just…standing there. Waiting. As if they were used to it.

I went to the outer garage screen door and knew immediately what it was about. I was barefoot and not feeling particularly friendly–the concrete garage floor was chilly! I was in a t-shirt! This was unexpected!

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