Hope this was Okay

Warmth in a wigwam on a December afternoon. The sun was going down, but it was cozy and hot inside. my invited dinner guests would be here soon, so, I began organizing things I wanted to eliminate or hide. My early bird friend caught me and helped me out a bit. What are we eating tonight? She asked in her curt way. Tidbits, meats, cheeses, fruits, things to make us fit. I brought fudge brownies, she told me “Hope this was okay”.