“Honey,” Adam said to his wife, Nancy. “You’re Aunt Rose just called. She said we should expect a special delivery today.”
“Oh, poor Aunt Rose. I feel so sorry for her since Uncle Harry died last month. She seems to be such a lost soul these days,” Nancy said. “Did she say what she sent us?”
“Did she say how it was being sent? FedEx? UPS? Priority mail?”
“Nope,” Adam answered. She just said special delivery.”
At that moment the doorbell rang. They both went to answer the door, and when they opened it, there, standing on the porch, was Aunt Rose standing with two large suitcases, one on either side of her.
Beaming, Aunt Rose said, “Special delivery.”
Written for today’s one-word prompt, “delivery.”