A Bride’s First Cooking Lesson
The rap on our trailer house door startled me. My new husband, Bob, had just left for work and I was washing the breakfast dishes. Peering out the window, I saw my mother-in-law. Quickly, I opened the door and she stepped up into our minuscule living room.
We visited briefly, and then she said, “Cot and I wanted to invite you two over for supper Friday night if you don’t already have plans.”
“Over” was the 25 feet or so to
