Our Dinner

Frank and I enjoyed ourselves at Maple Hall, courtesy of Emily and Jayson. We only ate half our entrees so that we could have dessert. The waiter put our boxes on a nearby table. (Great. We have enough trouble remembering them when they're on our table.) As we ate our desserts, an old woman grabbed our boxes and started to leave the room. (Maple Hall has a bunch of rooms.) I looked back and forth between Frank and the woman. Frank jumped up and ran after her, saying "Ma'am, ma'am. Those are ours." "Oh", she said. "I thought I had brought those in here... I'm Sue , one of the owners here." I couldn't figure out why she was telling us her name--except maybe to us find her owners.