and that is the crust—crux—of the matter! 😀
Sally was telling a friend;
That darned day, I was cooking, and the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there was my father. He bought some fresh bread for me.
He always bought fresh bread for us and, on his way home, dropped it off. My father believed the fresh bread has a better taste. He, all the time, just handed me the bread and left. He never came inside, never. My mother was with him at that time.
When my husband heard their voices, he ran towards the door to say hi, he truly loved my parents.
That day my husband insisted my parents come inside and have dinner with us. I didn’t like my husband’s idea. I was tired, the house was a mess, and I just got back from work.
My parents came inside, and my husband ran to the kitchen to make some coffee for…
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