Mari and Arnie Choose
When I first met my friends, Mari and Arnie Fagin, their children had grown and left home. The big house was quiet, empty second floor bedrooms awaiting visiting family and friends. But the kitchen! That was another story.
I could hear the commotion from my guest bedroom and headed for the sunny breakfast room where I heard Mari ask, “Ready for breakfast? Would you like your breakfast, Mensa? Princey?
“Mari,” said Mensa. “Mari.”
Arnie had gone to work, but Mari still had to serve breakfast to her beloved pets, her remaining children.
Mensa peered … Read More