mrs. moss glanced at her husband. "george, i told you she was sherry's daughter," she remarked in her gravelly, sophisticated voice.
after church, i returned home and changed out of my new, green linen dress into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, pony-tailed my hair, and made my way into the kitchen where my mom was preparing lunch.
"i did," i replied.
"mr. and mrs. moss," i replied.
mom stood for a moment...
mom looked at me...
i told her about the conversation i had had with mrs. moss...
(to be continued...)
love and God's blessings,
ps you will find earlier entries in ascending order on my side bar entitled, "our love story":)