It was dark. The doorbell rang, a hard knock. We looked at each other wonderingly a moment–did you have someone coming over? No, as I got up to answer just in time to see a dark minivan making its escape.
Tonight is when the teenagers have a meeting at church (and my apologies to the perpetrators for not getting the whole thing in in my attempt at an Iphone shot while not stepping on the daffodils.) Come to think of it, I made a pair of chocolate tortes for them two weeks ago, and I’m guessing that had something to do with this. I had forgotten all about it.
I think someone loves us.