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Authors: Patricia Fry
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Rags. Come here.”
Colbi, in the meantime, moved toward him from the other direction. “Here, kitty, kitty,” she coaxed.
This time when Rags dropped the clump, he sauntered away from it.
“No,” Colbi said, when she saw Dolly walk cautiously toward the object. She moved closer and both women leaned over to examine it. Disgustedly, Colbi asked, “Is that what I think it is?” She faced Savannah. “I think this is marijuana.”
Savannah continued to study the wad. “Could be, I guess.”
“Dammit. He knows that’s a rule of living here. No drugs. I wonder where Rags found this,” she said, picking it up and swiftly heading for the stairs.
Savannah reached for Lily, who was leaning over and staring at Dolly.
“Ki-ki bath,” Lily said.
“Bath?” Savannah repeated. “You think the kitty should have a bath? Is she dirty?”
“Ki-ki bath,” Lily repeated, pointing as Savannah walked away with the baby.
Suddenly, Savannah said, “Oh yes, she looks like the kitty you saw having a bath at Auntie’s house last month, doesn’t she? Boy, do you have a good memory.”
“Auntie?” Lily repeated. “Auntie ‘bye-bye,” she said, leaning in her mother’s arms toward the front door.
Savannah laughed. “You want to go ‘bye-bye and see Auntie?” When she noticed Colbi disappear into the first room at the top of the stairs, she headed in that direction with the toddler, who struggled to get down. “Want to walk?” she asked, lowering Lily to the floor and helping her walk up the steps slowly, one at a time. When Savannah entered the room, she found Colbi squatting just inside the open closet door.
“Look at this, Savannah.” She stood and began pacing. “Isn’t that just…oooh, I’m so angry right now…”
“What is it?” Savannah asked, walking with Lily toward the closet. That’s when she noticed a jar lying open on the floor, a couple more wads of the stuff spilled out next to it.
“I guess he forgot to tighten the lid and the cats sniffed it out,” Colbi said, still pacing. She stopped and gestured toward the closet floor. “I found another jar in one of his boots.” Dropping her arms to her side, she said, “What is he thinking? You don’t leave pot out in the open where a cat can find it.”
“You don’t?” Savannah asked.
“Yeah, some cats are attracted to it—they go for it like they would catnip or grass.” When she saw Savannah staring curiously at her, she explained, “I wrote an article on cats and herbs a while back.” She grimaced. “Well, this is just…he makes me so mad. What am I going to do now?” she asked, storming out of the room and racing down the stairs. When the two women and the baby had reached the lower level, Colbi giggled. “He sure doesn’t know much about cats, does he? Shoes are a dumb place to hide something when there are cats in the house.”
Savannah joined her in laughter. “Isn’t that the truth? How many times has Dolly hidden her toys in your shoes?”
“Only about twice a week—especially when she was a kitten. I’ve found toy mice, balls, even marbles in my shoes.”
“Marbles?” Savannah frowned. “How…?”
“Oh, Damon brought in a little mesh bag with a few marbles in it once as a joke and I found it in my sandal the next day.”
“Your boyfriend gives you strange gifts,” Savannah said, chuckling.
“Yeah, I guess he does.” Colbi ran her hand down Rags’s back and to the tip of his tail. She let out a long sigh and spoke to the cat. “Leave it to you to find what I really don’t want to find.” She glanced up at Savannah. “I don’t know whether to thank him or scold him.”
Savannah looked puzzled. “What?”
“Well, I need to know, but I don’t really want to know.” She slumped. “Dang, Savannah, maybe Damon’s right. I may not be equipped to give my brother the kind of help he needs. If I can’t face Harrison’s demons, how can I expect him to?”
****
“Are we all packed?”
Colbi, in the meantime, moved toward him from the other direction. “Here, kitty, kitty,” she coaxed.
This time when Rags dropped the clump, he sauntered away from it.
“No,” Colbi said, when she saw Dolly walk cautiously toward the object. She moved closer and both women leaned over to examine it. Disgustedly, Colbi asked, “Is that what I think it is?” She faced Savannah. “I think this is marijuana.”
Savannah continued to study the wad. “Could be, I guess.”
“Dammit. He knows that’s a rule of living here. No drugs. I wonder where Rags found this,” she said, picking it up and swiftly heading for the stairs.
Savannah reached for Lily, who was leaning over and staring at Dolly.
“Ki-ki bath,” Lily said.
“Bath?” Savannah repeated. “You think the kitty should have a bath? Is she dirty?”
“Ki-ki bath,” Lily repeated, pointing as Savannah walked away with the baby.
Suddenly, Savannah said, “Oh yes, she looks like the kitty you saw having a bath at Auntie’s house last month, doesn’t she? Boy, do you have a good memory.”
“Auntie?” Lily repeated. “Auntie ‘bye-bye,” she said, leaning in her mother’s arms toward the front door.
Savannah laughed. “You want to go ‘bye-bye and see Auntie?” When she noticed Colbi disappear into the first room at the top of the stairs, she headed in that direction with the toddler, who struggled to get down. “Want to walk?” she asked, lowering Lily to the floor and helping her walk up the steps slowly, one at a time. When Savannah entered the room, she found Colbi squatting just inside the open closet door.
“Look at this, Savannah.” She stood and began pacing. “Isn’t that just…oooh, I’m so angry right now…”
“What is it?” Savannah asked, walking with Lily toward the closet. That’s when she noticed a jar lying open on the floor, a couple more wads of the stuff spilled out next to it.
“I guess he forgot to tighten the lid and the cats sniffed it out,” Colbi said, still pacing. She stopped and gestured toward the closet floor. “I found another jar in one of his boots.” Dropping her arms to her side, she said, “What is he thinking? You don’t leave pot out in the open where a cat can find it.”
“You don’t?” Savannah asked.
“Yeah, some cats are attracted to it—they go for it like they would catnip or grass.” When she saw Savannah staring curiously at her, she explained, “I wrote an article on cats and herbs a while back.” She grimaced. “Well, this is just…he makes me so mad. What am I going to do now?” she asked, storming out of the room and racing down the stairs. When the two women and the baby had reached the lower level, Colbi giggled. “He sure doesn’t know much about cats, does he? Shoes are a dumb place to hide something when there are cats in the house.”
Savannah joined her in laughter. “Isn’t that the truth? How many times has Dolly hidden her toys in your shoes?”
“Only about twice a week—especially when she was a kitten. I’ve found toy mice, balls, even marbles in my shoes.”
“Marbles?” Savannah frowned. “How…?”
“Oh, Damon brought in a little mesh bag with a few marbles in it once as a joke and I found it in my sandal the next day.”
“Your boyfriend gives you strange gifts,” Savannah said, chuckling.
“Yeah, I guess he does.” Colbi ran her hand down Rags’s back and to the tip of his tail. She let out a long sigh and spoke to the cat. “Leave it to you to find what I really don’t want to find.” She glanced up at Savannah. “I don’t know whether to thank him or scold him.”
Savannah looked puzzled. “What?”
“Well, I need to know, but I don’t really want to know.” She slumped. “Dang, Savannah, maybe Damon’s right. I may not be equipped to give my brother the kind of help he needs. If I can’t face Harrison’s demons, how can I expect him to?”
****
“Are we all packed?”
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