Susan Manzke
I set my alarm for 6:30 p.m. last Friday. I didn’t want to miss my family get-together for our weekly Zoom. It was time to catch up with everyone and then to play Yahtzee.
When I joined the family online, they were talking about flowers Rachel’s family received after they had to put down their 15-year-old puggle, Jade.
A few minutes later, my doorbell rang. That noise jarred me. No one rings my bell. It was also dark and no one stops in the evening, not even with a delivery.
I walked away from the Zoom meeting without saying a word to my family. I thought they had heard the loud buzzer. As I went to the door, I grabbed my face mask.