Hearing the car pull up outside, Mary hurried to the front door, wiping her hands on her snow-white apron.
John caught her at the door, laughing. "Hey, take it easy. You'll scare her off!"
"Oh, pooh!" Mary sniffed. "Where's Dean?"
"He'll be down in a minute."
The doorbell rang and Mary swung to face it, suddenly nervous. "Oh, my."
"It'll be fine." John put a reassuring arm 'round her. "Ready?"
She nodded and, together, they opened the door.
Sam stood beaming on the porch, a beautiful young woman blushing rosily beside him.
"Mom, Dad," Sam said proudly. "This is Jessica."