Not only are we back, but Margaret is back with her old Volvo. So far she hasn't come over to ring the doorbell. When we returned from Ohio, the Volvo was in the driveway next door. We were at once horrified and cautious. Normally, she will show up at our door and ring the doorbell over and over. When we answer, there is the inevitable half-dead flower arrangement, questionable food product, or time-consuming monologue and worse yet, the invitation to come sit down and chat. So far, she's not even pushed the button.
On my way home for lunch today, I pulled around the corner and heard a loud voice shouting. As I pulled up I noticed it was Melissa, looking thinner than usual but shouting just as loud. Melissa is Margaret's developmentally disabled daughter. I cringed and parked, wishing I'd pulled into the garage. I will do so tomorrow. With Melissa about, Margaret cannot be far. When I went back to work after lunch, I noticed that the Volvo was gone. I called Dee to let her know it was safe to go out - no Margaret. She is plenty friendly, full of advice to get one through the end times, with many stories to tell. Maybe I'll be better at getting her picture (which will say 1000 words) than I am at getting pictures of cats.
I'm curious about her return but not curious enough to endure the narrative.
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