“Tomorrow morning, remember, you and Joseph are coming to church with me. I’ll be playing in a flute ensemble.”
“What? Are you a guest? Where do you go to church?”
“The Presbyterian Church in Oak Harbor.”
“I thought you still lived in Kansas,” Mom said as we walked into the house. She was very surprised when I gently reminded her that I have been living with her here in Washington for three years.
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