Things That One Does Not Expect

It is two minutes after midnight here in Minnesota. There was just a knock on the basement door. It was my sister’s friend Kitty, carrying a pillow.

A point about the basement door: accessing it requires traversing a fair amount of wet (because my dad was precisely aligning sprinklers all evening) grass.

I guess Kitty was just trying to be considerate and not wake up my parental units upstairs.

I am still confused.

One comment on “Things That One Does Not Expect
  1. giantlaser says:

    After your first paragraph, I was expecting some “bow chicka bow bow” music to start. Oh well.

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