Around 11 my buzzer rings.
It’s the doorman. “Hi; your son
is coming up.” Strange that the doorman
is announcing the arrival of my son, as if he is a guest.
I get a big hug, and, “I’m starved.”
I re-heat the dinner I made earlier for him. Brussel sprouts and boneless breast of
chicken cooked in Italian Dressing. Both
are M’s recipes, both are easy, and both are delicious.
Bags dropped. Food served. So good to have my baby home.
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