She almost spit out her tea at the thought of inviting their neighbors over. The thing that saved the kitchen walls was his crack about the Munsters. It was so spot on that she had to laugh, setting down her mug lest she spill its contents all over the floor. “Marilyn always secretly wanted to be like her strange relatives. I think we’re more like the horrified neighbors in The Addams Family. I’m going to look out the window and see a woman in black snipping off rose buds and treasuring the thorny stems any day now.”
She leaned on his arm as she reached back for her tea. “You don’t really want to invite the neighbors in here, do you?” Oh certainly there were some upstanding ones that she wouldn’t mind, and there were others she had no trouble talking to or reading along with on the forum. But in their home?