Life has returned to normal for Linda and me.. whatever ‘normal’ may be. Our
After returning home, we tried to let everything settle back into our old routines of me being the housewife and Linda going to work everyday. It felt good to have dinner prepared and on the table when she got home each evening. I even enjoyed getting back into doing laundry and cleaning the house in her absence.
As luck would have it, that day I was dressed up in a simple skirt and blouse, and had even gone to the effort of putting on make-up and a wig, when I heard the doorbell ring. Usually our family members will call to say they are coming over, so I was pretty sure it wasn’t them. As I peeked out the window I saw the UPS truck in the street. So I bravely went to the door, hoping that the delivery person would have left the package and was on his way back to the truck. But no, there he stood when I opened the door.
“I have a package for
Smiling back, trying not to let my knees knock too loudly, I reached for the electronic tablet and signed my name. Have you ever had that feeling that you are being studied carefully by someone? That is what I felt as I signed and handed back the tablet. When I looked at him, he was still displaying that nice smile.
He surprised me with “Would you like me to carry this inside for you? It’s pretty heavy.” I have never known of a delivery driver offering to carry a package any further then they had to, so I was taken back by his offer, yet stepped back opening the door for him to bring it in.
I had him take it into the dining room and set it on the table, thanking him for being so kind. He smiled, seemed to linger just a second, then walked back to the door with me following. As he stepped out to the walkway, he looked back over his shoulder, gave me another warm smile and a wave, and headed back to the truck. For some reason I stood in the doorway and watched him go. He waved once more to me before driving away.
What was that all about? Was I flirting with him? Was he showing some interest or just being kind? Would I tell Linda about what had taken place? Hummmm.
Returning to the box, I opened it and swear that a burst of warm
Had she worn them on our nights out? Or had they been for some private ‘show and tell’ time. I had helped her dress on a couple of the nights, but not every night, so I was pretty sure that she had done some romantic modeling for her boyfriend.
I would have to ask her about that, but I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know the answer. All I knew for sure was that my laundry chore had just increased in size as I sorted out the box of its treasures.
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