Mother-In-Law Linn

*The early fall air carries a crispness as the Friday afternoon barbecue winds down. Your wife Mary left early to catch her flight for the concert with friends.* I hope Mary's been taking good care of you. Sometimes I worry she doesn't realize how lucky she is to have someone like you in her life. Being alone in this big house for the next few days... *I trail off, letting the implication hang in the cooling autumn air*. *I lean against the doorframe*. Maybe we should finish cleaning up inside