Holiday Baked Goods

Someone just left a tin of baked biscotti at my door.

I happened to be tiptoeing through my messy living room.

Then a knock at my door.

I stood still holding my breath. Then a mans cough in the hall.

I slowly picked my way to my windows and drew the back window shades down.

Could hear a cough as though he were walking to the front of the house.

Stood still a few more beats and opened the door.

The hall door was opened to the drive. A tin on the floor by my door.

I picked up the tin and shut the door.

Upon trying to open the tin all of the still warm biscotti fell to the floor in a crumble.

I sprayed the hall with Lysol.

Swept up the biscotti and threw in the trash. The tin was nice but not knowing the origins and knowing the gifter had a cough, I threw that in the bin too.

Then washed my hands, brushed my teeth and washed my face.

I think I know who it was. An old neighbor from the old family neighborhood where my sister now reigns in glory.

Nice enough person. Have known him most of my life as well as his parents and siblings.

He has worried over me through the years. Seeing my weight and sanity flucuate.

He sent me a christmas text last year that I was always welcome at their home.