Back Door Sweetheart
For once, rather than cross our shared backyard and let myself in by the backdoor as usual, I approached Lizzie's house from the front. Pausing at the door to button then unbutton again the top button of my shirt, I went as far as to ring the bell, like a guy would do when picking up his girlfriend for a date. That was kind of what we were doing that night, more or less.After a swift click-clacking of high heels getting closer, the door opened to reveal Rose, Liz's mom, smiling kindly at me....