The doorbell rang. Alice skipped to open it. A couple stood there. “Hello, can we speak to your Mother?”
Her brow furrowed, “Sorry, Mum has had to go out. She’ll be home soon. Please come in.”
The pair smiled. It was such a pleasure to have a positive reaction to their presence.
The lady fished in her copious bag, brought out a couple of pamphlets, and laid them on the side table.
The front door opened. “Alice, I’m home. Where are you?”
“Mum, I’m in the lounge. There are some people to see you.”
Wendy hurried in as she wondered who it was. The strange couple stood up as she entered.
She looked at them, strangers here in the house with her daughter all alone. Who were they?
The man held out his hand, then drew it back. “Good morning. We’re from the Jehovah’s Witnesses. Thank you for allowing us to enter your delightful home. Could we leave you these pamphlets which explain more about us?”
Wendy starred open-mouthed for a moment, then smiled. “Thank you.” Turning to Alice, she said, “Alice, go up and get ready. We have to go out now.”
As soon as the front door closed, Wendy rounded on her daughter. “What were you thinking about letting strangers into the house when you’re here alone?”
Surprised, Alice wailed. “What was I supposed to do?”
Wendy drew her daughter close and gave her a big hug. “I’m sorry, love, thank goodness they were only JW’s, but you could have let in a deranged murderer or something.”
Wendy’s shoulders bobbed up and down as she sobbed. “I thought you would be pleased. I thought I behaved like a grown-up.”
© Felicity Edwards