Doing Lunch

Doing lunch is the best way to have a visit with friends. It's the right time of day, the bill is less, and the choices are way more fun.
Ron was waiting for us. We were late and he wasn't. Wendy? "Oh, she's always late. I think she works on it."
Great people to have a visit with. Wendy has an illness - shortness of breath. So she arrived panting and smiling at the same time. Ron adores her, and knows her better than she knows herself. They are taking their 2 teenaged granddaughters to Alaska with them this summer. I pray for them.
"So, you're leaving. Just like that. We've lived down the road from each other for years, and it seems we hardly saw you".
We talk about everything. Tumble over each other's sentences. Laugh at each other's foibles, and mourn the state of a mutual friend of ours. "He became abusive - to his wife by word of mouth - and to his daughter by hitting her!"
We pondered this with gloom.
Wendy has such a good memory. She could recall every conversation I've ever had with her, I think.
A stray cat turns up at their door in January. Wendy could NEVER turn away a stray anything. It's colored strangely - there's a name for it. Harlequin? At any rate, it came and still remains. The cat and the dog get along just fine as animals often do if left to their own devices.
It was a good lunch.