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away. I’m gonna be your first friend in town. Okay?”
“Well, don’t worry about that. No matter who’s at the door, and no matter what they want, you’re already my first friend in town.”
Knitting her gingery brows, the girl fixed me with a skeptical sort of look. “Do you really mean that?”
I did, and I nodded, giving her what I hoped was a comforting little smile. “Yes. I really mean that. You’re my first friend in town.”
Considering the way we’d left things hours earlier, I didn’t exactly see Jim as my friend .
In response to what I’d said, the girl grinned. “This is awesome. See, no one else in town really likes to be friends with me. Well, Jim is my friend, but he’s busy a lot. But I really mean that none of the other girls like to be friends with me. And I don’t mean that they’re mean to me because most of them aren’t, but some of them are friend ly to me, but in a way that people are friendly and nice to little kids, but without really being their friend , if you get what I mean.”
“I think I do.”
“They basically just let me hang around sometimes, but they never really want to do anything with me, like hang out, or go get ice cream in Ridgewood just like real friends or anything. No one else even likes me to come on in through their windows to surprise them by making breakfast or anything. No one else really even likes the breakfast patrol even a little bit.”
With my liking of the girl growing, I smiled. “Well, I’ll go get ice cream with you sometime. And as far as the ‘breakfast patrol’ well, it’s already made my morning very interesting and fun.”
The girl grinned. “And surprising, right? You were way surprised.”
I smiled. “I definitely was.” I was really glad I hadn’t dialed 911 or escaped the cabin in search of Jim.
I’d just opened my mouth to ask the girl exactly how old she was, and how old the other “girls” that didn’t really want to be her friends were, when a knock sounded on the front door again. I’d really forgotten all about the first one. Moving from the kitchen to the living room, I told the girl I’d be right back.
“Okay, but just remember that you’re not accepting anyone else to make you breakfast right now.”
“Okay.”
When I opened the door, I found a tallish, slim brunette with dark brown eyes standing on the front porch. With her arms folded across her chest, she unclenched her jaw just long enough to speak.
“Hello. By any chance, is there a little redhead causing some sort of mess or destruction in your cabin right now?”
Wondering why exactly this young woman seemed to be so angry, I glanced over my shoulder to the kitchen. “Well there’s a member of the ‘breakfast patrol’ fitting the description of ‘little redhead’ in my kitchen right now.”
The brunette closed her eyes briefly, jaw tightly clenched. “I apologize. She is very difficult to contain, and I made the mistake of turning my back on her for about five seconds. If you’ll let me come in, I’ll have her out of your hair right away.”
Without waiting for a response from me, the brunette breezed right by me and into the cabin, making a beeline for the kitchen, where my little breakfast-maker was turned away from the stove, frowning and holding a fork dripping with egg yolk. It almost looked like she was brandishing it like some sort of a weapon, like she thought she might need one. After shutting the door, I followed the brunette into the kitchen, beginning to say something about how I was glad to be having breakfast made for me, but she cut me off, addressing the little redhead, hands on hips.
“I saw Marbles outside this woman’s window with a bag of ham and a few other items that looked like they may have been dropped. And if I find out that once again, you’ve broken into someone’s cabin by climbing through a—”
“You just can’t leave me alone for three seconds, can you?” Scowling, the little redhead
“Well, don’t worry about that. No matter who’s at the door, and no matter what they want, you’re already my first friend in town.”
Knitting her gingery brows, the girl fixed me with a skeptical sort of look. “Do you really mean that?”
I did, and I nodded, giving her what I hoped was a comforting little smile. “Yes. I really mean that. You’re my first friend in town.”
Considering the way we’d left things hours earlier, I didn’t exactly see Jim as my friend .
In response to what I’d said, the girl grinned. “This is awesome. See, no one else in town really likes to be friends with me. Well, Jim is my friend, but he’s busy a lot. But I really mean that none of the other girls like to be friends with me. And I don’t mean that they’re mean to me because most of them aren’t, but some of them are friend ly to me, but in a way that people are friendly and nice to little kids, but without really being their friend , if you get what I mean.”
“I think I do.”
“They basically just let me hang around sometimes, but they never really want to do anything with me, like hang out, or go get ice cream in Ridgewood just like real friends or anything. No one else even likes me to come on in through their windows to surprise them by making breakfast or anything. No one else really even likes the breakfast patrol even a little bit.”
With my liking of the girl growing, I smiled. “Well, I’ll go get ice cream with you sometime. And as far as the ‘breakfast patrol’ well, it’s already made my morning very interesting and fun.”
The girl grinned. “And surprising, right? You were way surprised.”
I smiled. “I definitely was.” I was really glad I hadn’t dialed 911 or escaped the cabin in search of Jim.
I’d just opened my mouth to ask the girl exactly how old she was, and how old the other “girls” that didn’t really want to be her friends were, when a knock sounded on the front door again. I’d really forgotten all about the first one. Moving from the kitchen to the living room, I told the girl I’d be right back.
“Okay, but just remember that you’re not accepting anyone else to make you breakfast right now.”
“Okay.”
When I opened the door, I found a tallish, slim brunette with dark brown eyes standing on the front porch. With her arms folded across her chest, she unclenched her jaw just long enough to speak.
“Hello. By any chance, is there a little redhead causing some sort of mess or destruction in your cabin right now?”
Wondering why exactly this young woman seemed to be so angry, I glanced over my shoulder to the kitchen. “Well there’s a member of the ‘breakfast patrol’ fitting the description of ‘little redhead’ in my kitchen right now.”
The brunette closed her eyes briefly, jaw tightly clenched. “I apologize. She is very difficult to contain, and I made the mistake of turning my back on her for about five seconds. If you’ll let me come in, I’ll have her out of your hair right away.”
Without waiting for a response from me, the brunette breezed right by me and into the cabin, making a beeline for the kitchen, where my little breakfast-maker was turned away from the stove, frowning and holding a fork dripping with egg yolk. It almost looked like she was brandishing it like some sort of a weapon, like she thought she might need one. After shutting the door, I followed the brunette into the kitchen, beginning to say something about how I was glad to be having breakfast made for me, but she cut me off, addressing the little redhead, hands on hips.
“I saw Marbles outside this woman’s window with a bag of ham and a few other items that looked like they may have been dropped. And if I find out that once again, you’ve broken into someone’s cabin by climbing through a—”
“You just can’t leave me alone for three seconds, can you?” Scowling, the little redhead
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