It was a beautiful spring day. I loaded the little
ones into the stroller and headed up the road. As we topped the hill, I decided
to stop and visit with a friend. We approached her front door, and I heard what
seemed to be her voice cheerfully saying, “Well, hello!” I waited for the door
to open … nothing.
“Well, hello!” I heard once more.
“Good morning?” I called out – making sure to be
heard. “We were just walking and …”
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