Christmas was going along fine until my parents got involved. While my husband was picking them at their home he bundled them into the car when he noticed that the porch light was not on and it would be quite dark when he brought them home. He asked if it was locked and my father muttered “Oh shit.” Apparently he had locked the door, but he had left the keys somewhere within the house. They trundled off to the realtor’s home down the street and asked if she had a key. No, but she would call Lester to see if he had a key. Lester, as described by my mother, is a Christian who actually lives up to the word. Lester thought he would look around and call us at our house.
Remember this is all on Christmas day.
To be continued…
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