Last night I opened the fridge and for the most part it was empty with not much more than the bulb and condiments; and I thought to myself, Were we robbed? I just put away a trunkful of groceries yesterday;
And with the ding of a text, there was suspect number one:
What’s for dinner?
Not to be outdone by suspect number two:
Is dinner ready?
Since we are all in the same house, separated by only one floor and twenty something years, I responded in voice, not text, because the art of conversation has not been lost on my generation:
Dinner will be ready in 20 minutes. It will be a surprise to us all.