Cookie Party
I peaked out the peep hole not knowing who would be ringing the doorbell this early. It was a little girl on a bicycle with a bag in her hand.
“Here’s your cookie dough,” She said handing me the bag. I vaguely remember Vince telling me he had bought it as part of some school fundraiser.
Vince made these cookies for the Christmas party. An hour earlier we weren’t sure we were going. I had called Mike with regrets. Noah was staying with us through Monday while they work on the vocals for his new album. I didn’t want to impose, but Mike was very kind and said to bring him along. So we did.
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