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from Return to Sandy Shores by Shirley Holder Platt

Copyright © 2019–2021 Shirley Holder Platt

Chapter 27 - Sam

Of course, I missed the hot postal worker that day. As a matter of fact, I missed him every day for the rest of the week. It was like he was avoiding me. I knew that wasn’t it, since he’d never met me, but still. I didn’t even get a look at him again. It was downright disappointing. I had the office organized already. By the end of the week, I’d either stored or displayed all the merchandise Cat bought at the wholesaler. I twiddled my thumbs and felt guilty. Maybe this wasn’t a full-time job. I hated to tell Cat that. I was terrified of being broke. Friday had me on pins and needles, waiting for time to close up shop. I had lots to do before Vee got to my house.

At ten thirty, Vee’s headlights lit up my house. I’d been reading a good book, but had no problem putting it down to greet my friend. I hadn’t realized how lonely I’d been until I saw her get out of her car and smile at me.

“You made it!” I ran out and hugged her fiercely. We started pulling bags out of her trunk together.

“That’s one heck of a long drive,” she said.

“Tell me about it. But just wait until tomorrow morning. You won’t believe how beautiful the sunrise is.”

“I’m thinking the sun rises earlier than nine, so I’ll be missing that event.” She stopped and looked up into the sky. The stars were out with no clouds to obstruct the view.

“See the Milky Way?” I pointed to the smudgy streaks in the sky. She wrinkled her nose and turned to me.

“That’s it? I thought it was all colorful and bright.”

“You’re talking about those time-lapse photographs. But you’ve gotta admit, this is pretty great.” I started rolling her largest bag toward the front door.

“I didn’t know there were that many stars,” she said.

“Remember Carl Sagan? “Billions and Billions.” He named his book that.”

“My brain can’t wrap around that. How about you pour me some wine?” She dropped her bags at the door and swept Sally up in a hug. “Hey, sweetie pie!”

“I think she knew something was up. She’s been watching the window for hours.”

Vee rubbed her nose in the fur on Sally’s back. “She misses her Auntie Vee. Yes, she does.” She was baby talking. I’d never heard her do that before. It cracked me up.

“Here, see if you like this.” She put the kitten down and took the wine glass.

“Me likes it,” she said as she snuggled into the overstuffed chair I’d been sitting in to read.

“So, what’s new?”

“Let’s see. Lyle has a boyfriend, but he won’t admit it. Angel is taking belly dancing lessons.”

“Get out!” I pulled my feet under me and waited for the next nugget.

“I heard they had more lay-offs at Whitney, Mercer, Applebaum and Littleton, so you shouldn’t feel bad.” She sipped the wine and nodded her pleasure.

“Wow, who’s left to run the show?” I went into the kitchen pantry to retrieve the stick with the feather on the end and handed it to Vee. Sally went to town on it immediately. Vee giggled.

“Maybe they’ll cut their noses off to spite their faces. Serve ‘em right,” she said.

“I guess.”

“So, what have you heard from the vet?” She ducked her head and stared at me through her eyelashes.

“Not a damned thing. Makes me so mad at myself.”

“At yourself? What? You should be mad at that creep. Who does that kind of thing to someone? If he comes around while I’m here, I’ll get him in a tazzmission hold and not let up until he begs your forgiveness.”

“I love it when you talk wrestling. What’s a tazzmission hold?”

“Never you mind. Just know that he’ll be sorry.” She’d finished her wine, so I refilled the glass. “This is good stuff. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. You hungry?”

“Always. What ‘cha got?” She followed me into the kitchen. Sally followed too, meowing.

“We’re not feeding you. It’s late and you’ve already had three meals today.” I pointed at Sally, but she only had eyes for Vee.

“Ah, she’s hungry.” Vee put her glass on the counter and snuggled her face into cat fur.

“You’re going to get cat hair in your mouth,” I said.

“It’ll wash out. I’ve missed this little white fur ball.”

“You two sure bonded fast.” I poured more wine and pulled a platter of olives, cheese, and pickles out of the fridge. I’d already put out a box of crackers. I started opening them, and Sally meowed and started fighting to get out of Vee’s arms.

“She likes to eat. I’ll say that for her.”

“Well,” Vee said, “If you’d been left out in the streets to starve, you’d probably be like that too.” She turned and said in her baby talk voice, “Wouldn’t you? Yeah, you would.”

I rolled my eyes and put some cheese on a couple of crackers. We stood around eating and chatting until our feet got tired.

“I guess we better go to sleep if you want me to get up by nine,” Vee said as she stuffed an olive in her mouth.

Vee was true to her word. She didn’t wake up until nine-thirty, and she wanted coffee immediately. She can be a little demanding, but I love her.

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