By Ann Edall-Robson
With a smile on her face Margaret hung up the phone. “A surprise? I like surprises,” she mumbled to herself.
It was almost midnight when the back door opened to the sound of giggling.
“Mom, we’re home. Come and meet my fiancee.”
Looking through to the mud room, Margaret turned white. The welcome never left her mouth. He stood with his arm around her daughter. This was surely a joke. He was a foreigner!
And then he kissed her.