“Hi there, I’m Poppy your neighbor next door.” She says as I open the door. “We’ve been dying to meet you ever since we saw the moving van pull up.”
I notice the group of women standing at the bottom of my driveway, waving. “Nice to meet you, I’m Molly, we moved here from California.”
“How exciting! So, what I wanted to tell you was that we do a neighborhood walk every morning and then we get together for coffee, we’d love for you to join us.”
“That would be great.”
“You have kids right?” She asks, as I feel my stomach clench.
“Um, no. We don’t… not yet at least.” I laugh nervously.
“Oh.” Her mouth forms a perfect circle. “Well the thing is, it’s actually just moms that participate. So, I’m sorry. You won’t be able to join us. But it was a pleasure meeting you.”
"Yes?" She seems uncomfortable.
"I - uh, - we, do foster children count?" I don't know what is making me say this; I just want so much to fit in here. "I mean, I have a foster daughter, does that count?"
The women confer and nod. "Yes!" Poppy says brightly, delighted that I can now join their group.
I smile back and close the door. I look at Hepsibah. Will baby clothes fit her? And what will I do about the whiskers?
Continuation: Kate Thornton