I awoke this morning to someone unlocking my front door and then shutting it. I scrambled to put on some clothes as Helen came through this house just so chipper. I had forgotten about her coming.
"Baby, it be time to get up," she said as she was humming a tune to herself.
I got in the kitchen to scramble some eggs and make some cheese toast. Soon, Mom arrived with my groceries and it was a full house. Mom and Helen have become good friends and they talked and talked as I put up all my groceries.
I got Helen to make chicken salad today. I've been in a big sandwich mood. She made enough chicken salad to feed me for days after running to the grocery store.
"Thank you," I told her. "Your cooking is delicious."
You should have seen Helen swell up with pride. I have almost gotten used to her coming and feel less self conscious about the whole affair.