A phone call at eleven a.m. from a couple friends from Massachusetts: Let’s get together tonight. Sure, I say, how about our house? I have lasagne made the other night with just two pieces missing, and a garden full of salad and we can tap the 5-gallon carboy of last year’s wine. I call Gus and he’s free too.
Impromptu get-togethers are the best. The house gets picked up, quickly dusted, and close friends don’t mind the missing hole in the lasagne that marks it as a leftover. ‘sides, it’s always better the next day or the next. Gus comes in the door with the bouquet he always got me when we brought him Tuesday suppers for the year after Chris died. Jim comes home a minute later with my Friday rose. Fran and Dennis pull in fifteen minutes later with a great Greek appetizer and fresh-picked corn.
Thanks guys, I needed that; the laughter to forget and make the world okay again.
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