“Heather, can you get that? And don’t forget about Kirby,” Joy called from the kitchen.
I went to open the front door after making sure I had gotten a firm hold of Kirby’s collar.
I swung open the door to find two more of my neighbors. “Hi, Catherine and Beverly.” I was really glad to see Catherine Braun. She was a woman in her early eighties who had recently lost Peter, her husband of over forty years.
She and Peter had lived in a house across from the elementary school and they had attended the Mennonite Brethren Church on the corner of Forty-Ninth and Main.
The young people from our church and theirs sometimes got together for special events.
I’d have to make a point in going over to visit her.
I knew Beverly Frissell quite well; she taught the Dog Obedience Club at the community
