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Authors: Diane Greenwood Muir
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you weren’t kidding when you said you’d be hungry.”
“I’m starving. What are we having?”
“Come on in and get comfortable. Take off your shoes if you want and I’ll get it on the table.”
Henry looked around and his eyes got big. “What have you done here?”
“What do you mean?” Polly was a little offended.
“This place is so clean. What did you do?”
“The cats helped me. They wanted more treats.” Polly had spent a lot of time cleaning the apartment that afternoon. The table was set for dinner, candles were lit, and serving dishes were waiting on the kitchen counter. All she needed to do was serve it.”
“The place looks really nice, Polly and the table looks fantastic.”
“Maybe I wanted you to know how much I missed you. When you left last winter to go to your parent’s house in Arizona, I told you I wasn’t going to let you go away like that again. You snuck this one in on me and I hated it. I’m going with you next time.”
“The trip would have been much more fun if you’d been there. That drive today nearly killed me.”
“You shouldn’t have come back early. We took care of it. I know you helped me figure it all out, but you could have come back at a normal pace tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t have stood myself if I’d waited until tomorrow. I had to see you today.”
Polly put the ice cream treats in the freezer and pulled a vase out from under the sink. When it was filled with water and the mums were arranged, she placed it on the table.
“What did you think of the front door?” she asked. He grabbed her when she tried to return to the kitchen and pulled her onto his lap.
“Just a minute. I need to do one more thing before I think about that door.”
“What’s that?” she innocently asked.
“This.” He kissed her and she felt herself swooning as they prolonged the kiss.
“Are you in a hurry to think about the front door?” she asked.
“Nope,” and he kissed her again. “I’m just about ready to think about it, but I wanted you to know how much I really did miss you.”
“Uh huh,” she breathed. “I think I’ve forgotten. Can you remind me?”
Henry chuckled and gave her a quick kiss, then pushed her up. “Feed me, woman. I’m dying here.”
“So really, what do you think about the front doors?” she asked, walking into the kitchen.
“They’re all right if you don’t mind a yellow hue.”
“I hate it.”
“Then, I need to take them down and back to the shop. We’ll sand them and put a new finish on them.”
“How long am I going to be without doors?”
“I know. That’s the problem. I need to think about this. We won’t do anything until I’m sure you’re safe with them down.”
Polly put a basket of hot rolls and a dish of cheese encrusted asparagus on the table, then went back for the main dish.
“What’s this?” Henry asked.
“It’s a recipe I made up.”
“It smells amazing.”
“Anything that has bacon in it smells amazing. It’s a country chicken recipe I learned from Mary. This should have everything you need to stay alive for one more night,” she laughed.
She sat down and they began to eat. Henry smiled and nodded as he took a few bites. “You can cook for me anytime,” he laughed. “This is great.”
When they finished supper, he helped Polly take their dishes into the kitchen.
“While you serve up pie and ice cream, I need to run downstairs to my truck to get something. I’ll be right back.”
Before she could respond, he put his shoes on and went out the front door.
“I wonder what that was about.” She walked to the kitchen window and watched as he opened the passenger door of his truck and pulled out a large package.
“What has he done now?” She cut the warm pie and dropped scoops of ice cream onto the slices she’d placed on plates. They were on the table when he came back in.
“I know you will think I’m crazy,” Henry said, handing her the package, “but I had to do
“I’m starving. What are we having?”
“Come on in and get comfortable. Take off your shoes if you want and I’ll get it on the table.”
Henry looked around and his eyes got big. “What have you done here?”
“What do you mean?” Polly was a little offended.
“This place is so clean. What did you do?”
“The cats helped me. They wanted more treats.” Polly had spent a lot of time cleaning the apartment that afternoon. The table was set for dinner, candles were lit, and serving dishes were waiting on the kitchen counter. All she needed to do was serve it.”
“The place looks really nice, Polly and the table looks fantastic.”
“Maybe I wanted you to know how much I missed you. When you left last winter to go to your parent’s house in Arizona, I told you I wasn’t going to let you go away like that again. You snuck this one in on me and I hated it. I’m going with you next time.”
“The trip would have been much more fun if you’d been there. That drive today nearly killed me.”
“You shouldn’t have come back early. We took care of it. I know you helped me figure it all out, but you could have come back at a normal pace tomorrow.”
“I couldn’t have stood myself if I’d waited until tomorrow. I had to see you today.”
Polly put the ice cream treats in the freezer and pulled a vase out from under the sink. When it was filled with water and the mums were arranged, she placed it on the table.
“What did you think of the front door?” she asked. He grabbed her when she tried to return to the kitchen and pulled her onto his lap.
“Just a minute. I need to do one more thing before I think about that door.”
“What’s that?” she innocently asked.
“This.” He kissed her and she felt herself swooning as they prolonged the kiss.
“Are you in a hurry to think about the front door?” she asked.
“Nope,” and he kissed her again. “I’m just about ready to think about it, but I wanted you to know how much I really did miss you.”
“Uh huh,” she breathed. “I think I’ve forgotten. Can you remind me?”
Henry chuckled and gave her a quick kiss, then pushed her up. “Feed me, woman. I’m dying here.”
“So really, what do you think about the front doors?” she asked, walking into the kitchen.
“They’re all right if you don’t mind a yellow hue.”
“I hate it.”
“Then, I need to take them down and back to the shop. We’ll sand them and put a new finish on them.”
“How long am I going to be without doors?”
“I know. That’s the problem. I need to think about this. We won’t do anything until I’m sure you’re safe with them down.”
Polly put a basket of hot rolls and a dish of cheese encrusted asparagus on the table, then went back for the main dish.
“What’s this?” Henry asked.
“It’s a recipe I made up.”
“It smells amazing.”
“Anything that has bacon in it smells amazing. It’s a country chicken recipe I learned from Mary. This should have everything you need to stay alive for one more night,” she laughed.
She sat down and they began to eat. Henry smiled and nodded as he took a few bites. “You can cook for me anytime,” he laughed. “This is great.”
When they finished supper, he helped Polly take their dishes into the kitchen.
“While you serve up pie and ice cream, I need to run downstairs to my truck to get something. I’ll be right back.”
Before she could respond, he put his shoes on and went out the front door.
“I wonder what that was about.” She walked to the kitchen window and watched as he opened the passenger door of his truck and pulled out a large package.
“What has he done now?” She cut the warm pie and dropped scoops of ice cream onto the slices she’d placed on plates. They were on the table when he came back in.
“I know you will think I’m crazy,” Henry said, handing her the package, “but I had to do
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