The sliding patio door made a loud noise, catching our attention. Dr. Johnson went outdoors, holding a pitcher and two disposable cups.
David beamed and questioned his father, "What's that?" in a playful tone, as if it were a joke I hadn't gotten.
Dr. Johnson responded swiftly, "Fresh orange juicy." A little too rapidly.
In this case, David chuckled. Perhaps I should walk over and inform her that you find orange to be a particularly unpleasant flavor. Those cookies would be easy enough for her to bake again. The brownies, perhaps? The acclaim they received was well-deserved.
My brow furrowed in bewilderment. Swimming beside me, David encircled me with his arms.
Our next-door neighbor just went through a divorce and is now romantically interested in my father. To this day, she has been
