the week, Owen called with a request.
”Mom, could you make your famous honey-garlic ham this weekend? Christa’s parents are visiting, and she keeps telling them how amazing it is.”
I was delighted.
Finally, I thought, an opportunity to spend a lovely evening together.
I purchased a beautiful twelve-pound ham, mixed my special glaze, and spent hours preparing everything.
I also made a large tray of scalloped potatoes because they were my granddaughter Maya’s favorite.
By Sunday afternoon, my kitchen smelled wonderful.
I carefully packed the food into containers, loaded everything into my car, and drove forty minutes to Owen’s house.
When I arrived, the dining room was beautifully decorated.
A spotless white tablecloth covered the table. Fresh flowers stood in a crystal vase, and the finest dinnerware had been arranged neatly.
Christa’s parents, Gerald and Elaine, were seated in the living room, chatting comfortably.
I carried the heavy roasting
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