What I need, I thought but did not say, is some classic get-better chicken noodle soup.
The doorbell rang before dark and there on our doorstep was our friend Phyl. I stood nowhere near but managed to at least wave hello and say thank you from the family room as she handed salad, bread, a dessert–and a great big thing of fresh-veggie chicken noodle soup to Richard.
Hold on, one more thing, and she ran back to her car.
A birthday present for me to wait to open.