the scenery was so pleasant here.
There were flecks of black in his irises that gave them more depth and mystery than Id observed when Id first met him. They were eyes worth staring into.
youll never believe it! Darla babbled. It was Janet Halder. Remember her? We worked together for three years. It is so much fun to see her. She asked us to come back to her place for dessert. What do you think?
Weve already had three desserts. Where would I put a fourthin my shoe?
Just for a little bit? Janet and I have a lot of catching up to do.
Why dont you drop me off at my place and then take the car? I dont mind.
Why dont you take Suzes car, and Ill take her home.
We both turned to stare at Dr. Grant. He shrugged. Im happy to do it. Suze and I have already shared one interesting experience. Id like to get to know her better. He looked me square in the eye and I was like a walleye with a jig and a minnow dangling in front of me. Caught.
Chapter Nine
O ur ride home was exceedingly uncomfortablefor me, at least. David seemed perfectly at ease behind the wheel of his BMW.
My grandmother lived in this part of town, he commented as we neared my home. I have fond memories of visiting her here. Her house always smelled like baking bread.
Is she gone now?
From the Twin Cities. She bought a penthouse condo in Florida and lives on the ocean.
Yay, Granny, I murmured.
David laughed out loud. I agree entirely. At eighty she walks the beach with her bulldog Esther and plays bridge four nights a week. My grandmother created a life she loves.
I felt a sudden irrational jealousy for Davids grandmother. Shed taken charge of her life. Why hadnt I, who was fifty years younger, been able to do so?
Because if I lived on the top floor in a high-rise building Id probably get out of bed one night, decide to walk a nonexistent dog off my patio and take a very long first step.
My house, with its plethora of gingerbread and a wide wraparound porch, came into view. I chose this house because it radiates my favorite quality in a homecozy. It speaks to my personality. Fluffy throws, puffy pillows, hot chocolate, sleeping puppies, bubble baths, warm towels and tea partiesthats me. Because I sometimes feel like a captive in my own house, the least I can do is make it a velvet prison.
Here we are. I opened the car door and practically fell out before he stopped the car.
David hurried out to help me, the perfect gentleman.
I wanted to run inside and close the door behind me but my good upbringing got in the way.
Thanks for the ride. The man did bring me home. Deciding not to make him think Im any wackier than I already am, with a sigh, I added, Would you like to come inside? I make a pretty good cup of hot cocoa.
There was no hesitation. Thank you, Id love to.
As we walked into the house I did a quick mental inventory of how Id left it. Im normally a tidy person but I also have a number of hobbies and collections that are not always easy to rein in. This week Id been piecing a quilt and doing decorative painting on a set of straight-backed chairs Id found at a garage sale. Mickey says its my nature to try to save everythinganimals, furniture, scraps of fabric and anything lonely or neglected.
She might be right, I realized as we walked into the house and I recalled that todays rescue mission had been the birds who feed on my deck and occasionally get disoriented and attempt to fly into my picture window. Two or three had knocked themselves silly only this morning and, because I have no curtains to draw on that particular window, Id done the next best thingtaped long strips of toilet paper to the tops of the windows. They drifted in the air from my forced-air heating system, creating enough movement and texture to warn the birds not to fly in that direction. It appeared that someone had T-P-ed the inside of my house.
That would have been bad enough, but Id also spread newspapers on the floor and set the primed chairs in the center of the room and
There were flecks of black in his irises that gave them more depth and mystery than Id observed when Id first met him. They were eyes worth staring into.
youll never believe it! Darla babbled. It was Janet Halder. Remember her? We worked together for three years. It is so much fun to see her. She asked us to come back to her place for dessert. What do you think?
Weve already had three desserts. Where would I put a fourthin my shoe?
Just for a little bit? Janet and I have a lot of catching up to do.
Why dont you drop me off at my place and then take the car? I dont mind.
Why dont you take Suzes car, and Ill take her home.
We both turned to stare at Dr. Grant. He shrugged. Im happy to do it. Suze and I have already shared one interesting experience. Id like to get to know her better. He looked me square in the eye and I was like a walleye with a jig and a minnow dangling in front of me. Caught.
Chapter Nine
O ur ride home was exceedingly uncomfortablefor me, at least. David seemed perfectly at ease behind the wheel of his BMW.
My grandmother lived in this part of town, he commented as we neared my home. I have fond memories of visiting her here. Her house always smelled like baking bread.
Is she gone now?
From the Twin Cities. She bought a penthouse condo in Florida and lives on the ocean.
Yay, Granny, I murmured.
David laughed out loud. I agree entirely. At eighty she walks the beach with her bulldog Esther and plays bridge four nights a week. My grandmother created a life she loves.
I felt a sudden irrational jealousy for Davids grandmother. Shed taken charge of her life. Why hadnt I, who was fifty years younger, been able to do so?
Because if I lived on the top floor in a high-rise building Id probably get out of bed one night, decide to walk a nonexistent dog off my patio and take a very long first step.
My house, with its plethora of gingerbread and a wide wraparound porch, came into view. I chose this house because it radiates my favorite quality in a homecozy. It speaks to my personality. Fluffy throws, puffy pillows, hot chocolate, sleeping puppies, bubble baths, warm towels and tea partiesthats me. Because I sometimes feel like a captive in my own house, the least I can do is make it a velvet prison.
Here we are. I opened the car door and practically fell out before he stopped the car.
David hurried out to help me, the perfect gentleman.
I wanted to run inside and close the door behind me but my good upbringing got in the way.
Thanks for the ride. The man did bring me home. Deciding not to make him think Im any wackier than I already am, with a sigh, I added, Would you like to come inside? I make a pretty good cup of hot cocoa.
There was no hesitation. Thank you, Id love to.
As we walked into the house I did a quick mental inventory of how Id left it. Im normally a tidy person but I also have a number of hobbies and collections that are not always easy to rein in. This week Id been piecing a quilt and doing decorative painting on a set of straight-backed chairs Id found at a garage sale. Mickey says its my nature to try to save everythinganimals, furniture, scraps of fabric and anything lonely or neglected.
She might be right, I realized as we walked into the house and I recalled that todays rescue mission had been the birds who feed on my deck and occasionally get disoriented and attempt to fly into my picture window. Two or three had knocked themselves silly only this morning and, because I have no curtains to draw on that particular window, Id done the next best thingtaped long strips of toilet paper to the tops of the windows. They drifted in the air from my forced-air heating system, creating enough movement and texture to warn the birds not to fly in that direction. It appeared that someone had T-P-ed the inside of my house.
That would have been bad enough, but Id also spread newspapers on the floor and set the primed chairs in the center of the room and
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