A few weeks ago, at around 8pm, our doorbell rang. This is normal, not because we get a lot of nighttime visitors, but because our doorbell rings randomly, even when no one is there. Our next door neighbor passed away about a year ago, so when the doorbell rings at night I usually shout, “Paul’s ghost would like to come in.”
Even so, I still check to see if anyone is actually there.
And on that cold January night a few weeks ago, someone was there. It was Jim. He was bundled up and his eyes were watering from the freezing cold wind and he had his laundry bag over his shoulder.
“Hey, Jim,” I said. “How are you?”
“I’m good, I’m good,” he said. “Do you have a compootah I can use?”
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One Reply to “When a Stranger Rang Our Doorbell”
Unfortunately, I am the same way and you have given me much to think on this day. Thank you.
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