Linda Carlyle
Love Under Construction
It was almost time to leave for lunch with my friend Louretha. I looked out the window. The soft spring rain still drizzled down. I'd definitely get damp cutting the roses. "Wait inside a minute, Abby," I said. "I'm going out to get a little bouquet to take with us." "I want to go with you! I want to go with you!" Abby wailed. So I bundled...