“I didn’t see it coming,” I said to Thomas.
I didn’t know Thomas. Well, not well. I’d just met him 35 minutes ago when I entered the bar. Alone. For the first time in my 54 years of life.
“You didn’t see what coming?” Thomas asked. Continue reading
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Unannounced Visitors
I’m ambivalent about the scene at my front door.
Do I want them to come back?
And by saying “them” I don’t mean the parents. These visitors are the new generation. Yet they return to the scene of their parents’, ahem, indiscretions. I blush. I know the couple who came last year were monogamous. They met, they mated, and then they created a soft comfy home for their offspring.
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