I am Widower III
This will bring us up to present circumstances on this. Later in the day Angie called, ask if I would look on porch to see if I had a package delivered that should have been hers. Yes, it was there so not wanting to waste this excuse I ran it over as fast as I could go, knocked on the door and when it opened I stepped back, this was not Angie answering the door, but a absolutely perfect red haired lady with the cutest freckles you ever wanted to see. Come in she motioned and stepped back...