Welcoming a Surprise Visitor

When I heard the footsteps move from the front door to the staircase up to my apartment, my heart started pounding.  I lept up from my desk chair, grapped the closest weapon I could find (it happened to be a half-full coffee mug – not gonna save me) and tried to look tough so that whoever was coming, uninvited, to my apartment/office would know who they were messing with.

The door opened and it was Diene!  A rare visit home on the lunch break.  What a great break in my work day – even if it only allowed for a few minutes of conversation, it was wonderful.  I am grateful for him forgetting whatever it was that he came home to get.


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