Empty House

Where is my family? Just returned from an after class party at Carol’s house (a charming 1920’s bungalow near the lake) and no family! Peter must have taken them out for supper or something. So, class was long but the party fun. And now I am going to relax for the rest of the evening, even though I had an invite to a very unusual poetry reading downtown tonight. I’d go but the house is empty and I really do want to see my babies and their dad tonight. What to eat…