"Joyce," I replied with a air of scolding. "The doctors told you to take it easy."
"I couldn't help myself," she said. "I can't stand not doing anything."
"Come on inside and lets have a slice," I replied, opening my door wide as Maggie jumped up and down excitedly at having company.
The door shut with a clunk as Joyce followed me into my kitchen. I got some plates, a knife, and two forks out of my cabinets. Joyce is a wonderful cook and I couldn't wait to dig in. Pecan pie is one of my favorites. Especially when it is still warm just from the oven. This pie was made with the pecans from my backyard.
"Brag on it for me," Joyce said with a smile as she leaned forward watching me eat the piece of pie.
"This is just as good as Dad's," I replied. "Vanilla ice cream would go great with this."
"Do you want me to go get some?"
I laughed and leaned over to give her a hug. "You just enjoy your pie," I said. "You have done enough."
It is so good to have my neighbor home. I have missed her dearly. Her house has been dark and cold looking for weeks. Now, at night, her lights are on and that porch light that brings me so much comfort shone brilliantly last night. Let's hope she will be home for Christmas. We discussed having a Christmas meal together on Christmas eve. I am making the spiced tea. Happy Holidays and things are looking up in J-ville these days. It is always great when a wayward neighbor and friend arrives home. Home Sweet Home.