On the 30th day, we’re reading “Sunday Brunch” by Joanne Jagoda.
[cryout-pullquote align=”left|center|right” textalign=”left|center|right” width=”33%”]The Ramey Ramble: “Real men do dishes.”[/cryout-pullquote]
“Mom, what time are they coming?”
“They’ll be here around eleven. I need you to pick up some eggs. I thought I had more, but I only have a half dozen. I hope the guys will like mushroom omelets.”
Last month I wrote: “Anne has been through a lot, and we have been there with her.” Which means that we’re as ready for a bit of domestic bliss as she is. And that’s what we get this month as the daughters go shopping for eggs while Anne gets things going for their brunch with Sandy and his son. Who is Sandy, you ask?
I want to pinch myself. I’ve been on a roller coaster since January. Just like Eli said, Sandy called me on Halloween. Who would ever believe that a Mossad agent could be a matchmaker. He had a feeling we would be right for each other . I know he felt badly about how I was used by Damon Southeby, because he saw it all happening but couldn’t do anything about it.
It’s nice to have some good, honest happiness after so much duplicity.
I wonder where the girls are with the eggs. I bet they stopped for coffee. Rob must have another hangover . I want to go away again with Sandy. Our weekend at the B& B was perfect. It all just feels right with him. I hope the girls will like Josh . I better finish setting the table. Where are my blue placemats? Oh, here’s my favorite picture of the four of us in Maui on the beach. Paul, I’ve met a good man. He’s a lot like you. Give me your blessing.
There is that beat of worry to keep us off balance, but it works out well, with omelets, kids that get along, and a guy who’s pretty dreamy in Anne’s eyes. What could go wrong? I’m hoping nothing. Sometimes a happy ending is just what the doctor ordered. Tune in for December and we’ll find out together.