“Is Charlie coming in weather like this?” Tracy asked me worriedly as we lay in the bed early this morning.
A good storm was raging outside our bedroom windows. Lightning brightly flashed and the thunder rolled loudly.
“I need to get up and put on some clothes on as he will be here soon,” I replied. “Yes, is the answer to your question.”
I by chance looked out the window and there was Charlie getting out of his car as he opened an umbrella. I smiled a broad smile as Maggie went bonkers at his arrival. I had boldly just told Maggie that Charlie would be here soon. She was vigilantly looking out the den window. The sausage biscuit fairy had arrived.
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