Her name is Caroline.
And get this, when she walked through our doorway, I simply said, "Hi. I'm Tina. I'm not sure I ever knew your name."
When they left a couple hours later, not having overstayed their welcome in the least, I turned to Dan & admitted, "I'm glad you did that."
Turns out it was easy & enjoyable to have these complete strangers in our house without a planned end nor a plan for in between, for that matter.
We had a good time. They did too.
I thanked my overly-friendly husband for going beyond the universal & safe "we should get together sometime" and setting an exact date & time to entertain strangers.
I guess I can add this to the list of reasons I'm glad he was raised by his one-of-a-kind mom, whose door is always open to strangers, even the strange ones.
*PS: This post will have made NO sense to you if you didn't read this one.