Blunted, but Still Valued

Blunted, but Still Valued

We had been married only a few months when we entertained my parents for dinner. A downpour had flooded our basement apartment and now a sump pump in one corner of the dining area emitted a constant drone. With a limited number of electrical outlets, a tangle of extension cords fueled our appliances. One ran surreptitiously beneath a throw rug lying between the dining room and kitchen.