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tangy, and very, very manly, it had driven her wild. And his scent! Oh, lord, it should be bottled, she thought as her eyes closed and she inhaled. She could still smell him, his cologne, but the taste and smell of his body was still on her lips. Poking her tongue out, she ran it over her lips, wanting more.
The remainder of her morning was decidedly boring. Marley was less than halfway through the second coat of paint on the walls. Deciding she needed a break, she took the couch potatoes for a walk. They were a huge hit in the park. People were always drawn to the dogs. She gave her permission for everyone to pet the duo. Martha sat on the ground, leaning against Marley’s legs, as children of every size came up to pet her. Barney loped around the grassy area, woofing and eluding the children chasing him. He had brought along his rope, which he’d place on the ground, then would snatch it away when one of his two-legged playmates tried to get it.
Once the dogs had their exercise they returned to the gallery. Marley frowned when she saw several people standing in front on the sidewalk.
“May I help you?” She recognized several from the day before, when she had helped with the cleanup at the liquor store.
An older man named Jerry smiled at her. His wife, Helen, was beside him. The five others with them smiled as well. “We came to help out. We see you’re painting. We can help with that.”
Marley wasn’t going to ask why they would offer. This wasn’t the cold atmosphere she had left behind in California. This was Silver and it had a different set of standards, one which seemed to scream “help your neighbor.”
“I’d appreciate that. I’m only half finished. Come on in.”
Barney and Martha went in first, Barney disappearing with his rope into their room in the back. Martha wanted to socialize, so she followed Helen around, watching as paint was poured from the five-gallon bucket Marley had been using and into a tray. Since Marley had plenty of supplies, such as brushes, small trays, and rollers, it wasn’t long before everyone was prepared to paint. They did the walls and the small detail work. What would have taken Marley several more days was completed in an afternoon.
She went out to get food for everyone. They had a late lunch, sitting on packing crates and overturned buckets. Discovering her neighbors brought a good feeling to Marley’s heart. She wished Callie was there to experience everything with her. In all their fantasies they had wanted to find somewhere like Silver, where people were friendly and accepting. It seemed Silver had a great deal of both qualities, where she had expected a great deal more reticence from the citizens toward an outsider. But that hadn’t happened and at this point she didn’t expect it to. She had been welcomed, accepted, and now she was being made a friend of. It made her feel good. And knowing how much Callie would have loved Silver, she felt some of the burden of guilt she had carried around with her being eased a little.
There was still a sense that it was just wrong that Callie had been taken by cancer. How was that fair? What had her little sister ever done to anyone? The three years of remission, the three years of hopes and dreams, had been cruelly crushed. Why had she been given this death sentence when so many others, people with truly hideous characters, were allowed to keep on living and spreading their own kind of disease?
It wasn’t fair, but it was the way of life. Marley knew she would never get an answer to her questions. It was something she was slowly accepting as time went on. Still, it didn’t make missing her sister any easier. The pain was alive in her heart. That, too, would ease with time, but she almost didn’t want it to go away. If it did, it would feel as if she was letting her sister go forever, that she was forgetting her.
Chapter Five
Marley took the scenic route home, as she always did, walking the dogs along the
The remainder of her morning was decidedly boring. Marley was less than halfway through the second coat of paint on the walls. Deciding she needed a break, she took the couch potatoes for a walk. They were a huge hit in the park. People were always drawn to the dogs. She gave her permission for everyone to pet the duo. Martha sat on the ground, leaning against Marley’s legs, as children of every size came up to pet her. Barney loped around the grassy area, woofing and eluding the children chasing him. He had brought along his rope, which he’d place on the ground, then would snatch it away when one of his two-legged playmates tried to get it.
Once the dogs had their exercise they returned to the gallery. Marley frowned when she saw several people standing in front on the sidewalk.
“May I help you?” She recognized several from the day before, when she had helped with the cleanup at the liquor store.
An older man named Jerry smiled at her. His wife, Helen, was beside him. The five others with them smiled as well. “We came to help out. We see you’re painting. We can help with that.”
Marley wasn’t going to ask why they would offer. This wasn’t the cold atmosphere she had left behind in California. This was Silver and it had a different set of standards, one which seemed to scream “help your neighbor.”
“I’d appreciate that. I’m only half finished. Come on in.”
Barney and Martha went in first, Barney disappearing with his rope into their room in the back. Martha wanted to socialize, so she followed Helen around, watching as paint was poured from the five-gallon bucket Marley had been using and into a tray. Since Marley had plenty of supplies, such as brushes, small trays, and rollers, it wasn’t long before everyone was prepared to paint. They did the walls and the small detail work. What would have taken Marley several more days was completed in an afternoon.
She went out to get food for everyone. They had a late lunch, sitting on packing crates and overturned buckets. Discovering her neighbors brought a good feeling to Marley’s heart. She wished Callie was there to experience everything with her. In all their fantasies they had wanted to find somewhere like Silver, where people were friendly and accepting. It seemed Silver had a great deal of both qualities, where she had expected a great deal more reticence from the citizens toward an outsider. But that hadn’t happened and at this point she didn’t expect it to. She had been welcomed, accepted, and now she was being made a friend of. It made her feel good. And knowing how much Callie would have loved Silver, she felt some of the burden of guilt she had carried around with her being eased a little.
There was still a sense that it was just wrong that Callie had been taken by cancer. How was that fair? What had her little sister ever done to anyone? The three years of remission, the three years of hopes and dreams, had been cruelly crushed. Why had she been given this death sentence when so many others, people with truly hideous characters, were allowed to keep on living and spreading their own kind of disease?
It wasn’t fair, but it was the way of life. Marley knew she would never get an answer to her questions. It was something she was slowly accepting as time went on. Still, it didn’t make missing her sister any easier. The pain was alive in her heart. That, too, would ease with time, but she almost didn’t want it to go away. If it did, it would feel as if she was letting her sister go forever, that she was forgetting her.
Chapter Five
Marley took the scenic route home, as she always did, walking the dogs along the
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