My boyfriend has never let me answer his front door.
Not once.
If someone knocks, he always says,
“I’ll get it.”
I used to joke that he was secretly hiding another girlfriend in the hallway.
He’d laugh every time.
Last Tuesday at exactly 7:18 p.m., someone knocked while he was in the shower.
I opened the door before he could stop me.
Standing there was an elderly woman holding a small casserole dish.
She smiled at me and asked,
“Oh… you’re new?”