Ten-thirty on a Friday evening. As I opened the oven to slide the last tray of cookies in, I heard my phone chime from where it was plugged in in the living room. After carefully sliding the sheet in and closing the oven door, I set the potholder down and padded across the kitchen to check the messages.
A text from my oddball friend Carolyn. "Having a good evening? What are you up to?"
"Not much. Making cookies", I texted back. A pause. "How about you?"
"Just getting off work", came the message. "What kind?" Carolyn did research at a hospital and sometimes worked weird hours.
"Chocolate chip", I replied, "it's all I had the ingredients for"
"Sounds yummy", she added a yummy-face emoji, "time to drive home now"
I made a mental note to save a couple in case I saw her soon. Thinking nothing more of it, I put the phone back down and started cleaning up the kitchen while the oven timer ticked down.
Ten minutes passed; the dishes already were in the dishwasher and the counters clean when the