Chapter 33
Brielle
When I ring the doorbell two houses down from mine, Marge’s beaming smile greets us as the door swings open.
“Brielle! Lovely to see you, dear,” she says as she steps forward and envelops me in a hug.
“Hi Miss Marge. It’s good to see you, too,” I say earnestly as I hug her right back.
“Oh, my! Who’s this handsome young fellow?” she immediately asks when she notices Allen standing behind me.
“Miss Marge, I’d like you to meet my friend, Allen Jones,” I say, stifling a chuckle as she tucks her chin to peer over her horn-rimmed glasses at him.
“Nice to meet you, ma’am,” he says, and when she extends her hand, he grasps it and kisses the back, making her titter with delight.
“Such a charmer, this one,” Marge stage-whispers to me with an impish grin. “Hope you’re gonna
