© by William Arthur HolmesThe Johnsons
The woman asked if my family would be joining me. So far, she had seen only me.
“Yes,” I was guessing, “my wife should be joining me.”
“Okay. Well, we’re the Johnsons. Welcome to the neighborhood.”
“Welcome to the neighborhood!” the girl echoed with gusto. “This was Cindy’s house!”
“Oh, no,” I laughed and shook my head.
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