We were relaxing in the new chairs and discussing what to have for lunch when Sam said he thought he’d heard someone at the front door.
“If it’s the Jehovah’s—”
“Simon!” Mark warned.
“What?” Sam asked hovering by the back door.
“Never mind,” I said. “Please go see who’s at the front.”
Sam soon returned with a stony-faced Mary.
“You look like you’ve lost a pound and found a penny,” I said.
“Jerry!” she growled, flopping into the fourth seat at the table.
“Homemade lemonade?” Mark asked, lifting the pitcher.
“Thanks.”
I waited until she’d taken her first drink before asking, “What about Jerry?”
“You remember I invited you to double date with us tonight?”
“Uh huh.” In point of fact I’d forgotten.
“You told me to find out from Jerry if he’d be all right about it.”
“Uh huh,”
