Ding dong... No, it's not Avon calling.
It's Vickie, standing out there in the heat and humidity, even her hair soaking wet from sweat, pushing on my doorbell at almost two in the afternoon. Come in, I say. Let me get you some cold water... ( I'm checking my memory: did we have a writer's group get-together I'd forgotten? No.) Oh, thank... Sign in to see full entry.