Dear Diary,
When I rang the doorbell, Amy let out a terrific screech of happiness and came running to the door. She flung it open and drug me into her arms, almost knocking down the plate of sugar cookies.
"Hi...Amy..." I managed to get out. She let go of me the minute she saw my mother, and she ran herself over to her, embracing her in a massive hug.
"Martha darling you look so beautiful! How do you do it? Both you and your daughter? You guys are gorgeous! Stunning! Please, come in!" She ushered us inside, and I quietly shut the door behind me. I saw a black and white cat dart across the ground in front of me.
"That's who she must've been talking to." I thought to myself as I walked into the kitchen to meet with Mom and Amy. I set the cookies down and smiled, joining in their intense conversation about the neighborhood gossip.
After about fifteen minutes of talking, my stomach grumbled loudly and Amy laughed, leading us to the dining room.
The house hasn't changed a bit.
Love, Gwen
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