When the guest arrived the woman suddenly worried if the place setting was right. Fork on the left, or the right? Knife in the middle, right? She’d stared at the setting for hours and yet now, just as the guest arrived, she noticed a chip in the plate. Was that there before? Why didn’t I see it? Did I chip it when moving the fork and knife ten times, trying to get it right?
But the guest merely smiled quietly and sat. Without words, the smile said “It doesn’t matter. It’s fine. Sit with me.”
The woman didn’t worry about the knife or the fork or the chip any more. She sad across from the guest and simply said, “I’m glad you could come.”
The guest answered, “Me too.”