I remember when I was the one on the doorstep knocking on a house full of different noises when suddenly the house goes into a dead silence and the curtains move a bit. We always whispered to each other "I know they're home, I heard them" and "Let's see if they answer the door to Jehovah on His day of wrekoning".....which makes no sense, but whatever.
Today early in the afternoon my wife and I found ourselves on the other side of the door when we heard a knock from JWs we know. I paused the movie we were watching and made my way to the peep hole. It was actually pretty funny when we came to the realization that the tables had turned. Since today is the memorial thingy, we knew the main reason they were here. They're not here for an invitation, instead they're here confirmation that we're going and and to press us if we say no. They know our cars are out in the parking lot, so currently I'm working on a cover story. Telling them the truth about how we feel isn't so easy right now mostly cause of my mother. She's pretty old and isn't in the best health right now so I don't know what a broken heart will do to her. Any ideas?