Joe’s brother, Bart, and his wife, Maggi, stopped by the house tonight for a visit. While the old-timers were all chatting, I prepared them each a bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce (Joe’s favorite) and delivered it to the living room. I hadn’t noticed a major family resemblance between Joe and Bart until tonight, when both of their faces lit up exactly the same way when they eye-balled their ice cream.
Bart: “Oh WOW! Chocolate sauce and everything! Thank you so much, Young Lady! You’re so lucky to get this kind of service, Joe…”
Joe grinned at me and then looked very serious when he explained to Bart, “I’m not sure who she is or why she’s here, but as long as she brings me ice cream once in a while she’s welcome to stay; I don’t ask questions…”
Hmmm. I think that’s how most men come to feel about the women in their lives, LOL! Great story!