We looked at each other for a good 30 seconds before it occurred to me they needed towels. I hurried to the bathroom and came back with five: two for each of them and one for the floor.

“Please. Sit.”

“Oh no,” Thing 1 shook her head. We’ll soak your lovely furniture.” Score 1 for the complement.

“Tsk. Doesn’t matter.”

They sat gratefully and I went to get 2 more cups for tea. Thing 1 was visibly shivering and I pulled the afghan from the back of my couch and put it around her shoulders. I evened the score with the gesture.

After they were settled in, they told me what happened. They were going to try out a new restaurant for brunch. Thing 1 had left her keys inside the house and Gordy had locked the door. As they headed to their car, Gordy spotted a little toad in their new rocks and motioned his wife over to look. In so doing, he dropped his keys and couldn’t find them though they had looked and looked.

“So we can’t get into the house!” Gordy sputtered and his wife patted his knee.

“Or car,” she added.

“I’m so sorry! I just came back from a restaurant . . .”

“Heddy’s?” they said in unison.

I nodded and they explained that was where they had been headed.

“We heard they have great waffles.”

“I thought you both were glutton-free.”

“Well you see . . .” Gordy started.

“He thought I was glutton intolerant since I’d gone to the doctor to check out that sort of thing. I wasn’t, but by the time I returned home, Gordy had this whole story about how he’d found out the week before that he couldn’t tolerate glutton and hadn’t told me. And I didn’t have the heart to tell him I was fine.”

Gordy picked up the story. “So she said she told me it was just as well because we could be glutton-free together.”

“Then I caught him eating one of your cookies.”

“They’re very good,” Gordy interjected.

“And I raised my eyebrows and him and he raised his eyebrows at me and the whole ridiculous story came out.”

“We were glutton-free only from love!” Gordy laughed and squeezed his wife.

“For three long years!” she added.

Laughing (I was able to laugh with them, if you can believe it, although the flowers still bothered me. And, of course, the house color.) I went to the kitchen and heated up the two waffles I’d brought home. They were thrilled.

What is it they say? Confession is good for the soul? I believe it, and the Good Lord has heard more than His share from me (even confession of wrong thinking – if someone could hear my prayers, they would think I was truly a terrible person), but it was my turn to just listen. I learned Thing 1 was allergic to spring flowers and although they hated it, they’d dug up the flowers next door because they didn’t want to chance a wheezing episode.

“I hope the rocks are doing their job to keep water out of the basement,” Gordy said.

I nodded slowly. “I guess you’ll find out when you get into the house.”

“If. If we get into the house,” added Thing 1.

“Don’t worry, Lil, we can always call a locksmith.”

“Lil?” I asked. “What a nice name.”

“It almost rhymes with Mel,” she said, then added, “It’s short for Lilac.”

“Lilac,” I whispered to myself.

By the time the storm had cleared, some of my misconceptions about my new neighbors had cleared, too. I found them to be quite nice. And I found their key! It was in the grass, halfway between their driveway and the spot the little toad had been. The toad? He must’ve loved the rain, for he sat in a puddle of water near their bottom step.

I’ll stop in and explain everything to Herb next Monday. This world has enough misunderstandings to add more to the mix, and by more, I mean mine.

The three of us plan to get waffles at Heddy’s Cafe next Saturday. I will have no problem waiting for mine last.

Image: mai-emoto-qYYJIIPUav8-unsplash-scaled.jpg; aroma-black-coffee-caffeine-327120.jpg; story based on the construction projects that have taken place on my street since neighbors moved in two – or is it three – years ago but I’m sure there’s a good reason; and also Luke 10:29-37