<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Floridamummy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/floridamummy/</link><description>Recent content in Floridamummy on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/floridamummy/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Dessert</title><link>/stories/2008/03/15/the-dessert/</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Mar 2008 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2008/03/15/the-dessert/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“Why don’t you go upstairs and get ready for me while I send Ken and Laurie off?” she whispered into his ear quietly as he was clearing up some plates and glasses. He tried not to show too much of the “deer-in-the-headlights” look as he nodded his head and continued on to the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Ken and Laurie were already getting their coats on when Rick emerged from the kitchen. After some pleasantries and “we-must-do-this-again-soon’s” were exchanged, Rick quietly slipped away as his wife, Debbie, led the last of the dinner guests to the front door.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>