The doorbell rang.
It was Uber eats with coffee and muffins I had ordered from Candy’s down the end of the street.
The delivery driver screwed up his face when I answered the door. “I thought you were going to be some disabled chick.” He handed me the bag. “Why didn’t you get this stuff yourself?”
There were a million reasons I might …
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