I love my room at the top of the stairs. But dang it! The stupid doorbell is so loud from here. Chiming bells pitch high and low, echoing off the steep vaulted ceiling. My parents dinner guests have arrived.
Looking down I see Rosemary going to answer the door.
Mom is headed to the kitchen and passes dad on his way outback to the barbecue. In his typical calm and sweet southern voice he says "Hide the knifes Slim. Hide the knifes."
