Now, should I call Henry in Maine and have the Moxie shipped or wait to see if she responds?
* * * *
Three days later, I was amazed when I answered my door. “Hello,” I exclaimed as I held the door open. It was Darlene Rogers here at my own home. “Come on in,” I said. “I just finished milking the cows, so if I’m a little stinky, it was them, not me.”
“Thank you. I’ll try to remember that.”
“Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee, or some Moxie? Have a seat?”
“No, Joan, I can only stay a minute. I wanted to thank you for the nuts and apple spread…and, of course, the cacti. You didn’t need to do all that.” Darlene stepped into the house.
“It wasn’t a big deal.”
“Yes, it was. Thank you, but you need to stop. This is much too much. You don’t need to do all that.”
I smiled sheepis
