A Conversation Between Angels LXXXVI

“Happy Mother’s Day, Fran.”

“Oh thanks Laur.”

“I hope you’re not too lonely going through your first.”

“Oh I miss not having to cook.”

“I hear that.”

“And the kids coming by.”

“Yeah.”

And of course all the grandchildren eventually.”

“Yeah.”

“But you know what I might miss most of all?”

“What?”

“The glass of wine when they all left.”

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