The Visit

My friend’s mother was coming for a visit. I thought he would be excited but, instead, he just shook his head and bemoaned the fact that while he had to work from his living room, his mother would be organizing the rest of his tiny apartment. “What’s wrong with that?” I asked. I sometimes wish I didn’t live in such a large house because I never seem to have it organized and the thought of magic elves organizing all my …