Shelly drove through the open gate to Nick’s house, noting that the beautifully landscaped yard contained many of the trees her mom used to love. As she pulled through the circular driveway, she saw an American flag floating in the cool breeze and below it, a pink ribbon flag in honor of Nick’s mom. She pulled her shawl over her bare shoulders as she got out of the car. She had put on her best dress and taken some extra time primping, as she wanted to make a good impression on Sal.
When she rang the bell, Sal appeared at the door.
“Good evening, Dr. White. It’s an honor to have you dine with
us.”
“Thank you, Mr. Harris.”
“Nick is upstairs on the phone talking with Jerry on a personal matter, so I am the official greeter. Come on in and make yourself at home.”
Shelly was immediately taken aback by the array of hand-blown glass and art. The place was awash in the objects, not in a tacky sense, but nicely appointed throughout.
“These were my Jane’s passion,” Sal said. “We collected them from all over the world. I brought them all with me when I moved in.”
Shelly smiled. “These are beautiful, Mr. Harris.” “Please, call me Sal.”