KiKi

“Come on in,” I urge my parents and Dawn, swinging my arm into the apartment, away from the door.

Dad turns to lock the door while the women step toward the patio.

“I can’t wait to see what you kids plan to fix for us,” Mom states, passing me.

“Oh, I’m not worried,” Dawn tells Mom. “John’s a fabulous cook. I made sure both of my boys learned to cook before they left the nest.” She smiles proudly over her shoulder toward her ...