You just about gave me a heart attack when....I poked my head around the kitchen door to wave at you knocking on the dining room window from outside in the sun porch. Knock, knock, knock rapped the little knuckles of your left hand against the pane. Then a smile. A very wide smile, as you raised your right hand up above the sill, hammer in tow. Back it swung, before I could even swallow... back... and..... forward. I think my scream just about gave you a heart attack as well, even from two rooms and one thick pane of glass away. Thank goodness for quick reflexes. You dropped that hammer like a hot potato.
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