Clare and Chris came over
yesterday, Good Friday. We ate pizza,
meat-free, watched the White Sox beat the Tigers 7-3 and colored Easter eggs. And in the spirit of growing up in a family
where you had to find your Easter basket hidden somewhere in the house, what
surprises we have in store for the adult child when the two return for dinner
on Easter.
Of course, a ballgame will be on. It’s Easter.
The Lord is risen, ham and Polish sausage are on the table, lamb cake
for dessert. Did I mention the
surprises?
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