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and even the court hearings regarding her fatherâs abusive behavior. Norah had given up any form of a social life to be with her through the difficult months.
Now it was time for her daughter to get back into the swing of things. Norah was a beautiful young woman who deserved a chance at finding love and happiness.
If the amount of interest her daughter was stirring up with the single men in town was any indication, Norah was about to embark on a very busy social life. Two nights ago at the Porterâs cookout, she had overheard Matthew Porter asking Norah out to a movie. Unbelievably, Norah had turned him down. She had a sinking feeling that she was the reason why. As long as she was home day and night, Norah would feel obliged to keep her company there. Slowly and surely, her daughter would become a bitter old maid living with her lonely old mother. All they would need would be a bunch of crazy old cats and doilies covering every square inch of overstuffed furniture to complete that dismal and depressing picture.
Enough was enough. Norah obviously wasnât going to do anything about the situation, so she guessed it was going to be up to her to get not only her own life but her daughter one also.
Joanna stripped off her gardening gloves, packed up her tools, and called Zsa Zsa. The gardens had been neglected for years; a couple more days werenât going to make a difference. It was a beautiful sunny morning, and the tourist season was just starting in Maine. Someone was surely hiring for the season, if nothing else. How hard could it be to operate a cash register or to serve up a bowl of chowder?
An hour later, Joanna headed downtown with Zsa Zsa leading the way. The Pomeranianâs yellow bow matched her own sundress and the snappy sandals she had bought herself last summer during a predominantly dark period in her life. The dress hadnât particularly cheered her up then, but seeing Zsa Zsa prancing on the end of her pink, glittery leash now brought a grin to her face and put a bounce in her step. Spring had always been her favorite season.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life, and what a life it is going to be! Visiting Paris in the springtime was going to be the first place she put on her âMust Seeâ list.
The few people she passed on her walk all had stopped and praised the Pomeranian on how adorable she looked and on how well she behaved. Zsa Zsa was a people dog and the perfect instrument to use to make the acquaintance of some of the local residents and a few tourists. Everyone loved Zsa Zsa, who lapped up all the attention as if she was a movie starlet and it was her due.
The dogâs only problem was that she was terrified of seagulls. The closer they got to the docks, the more anxious Zsa Zsa became. By the time they reached Main Street, which paralleled the water, Zsa Zsa was in her arms with her face pressed against Joannaâs chest. The occasional childâs laughter brought her head up, but there was no way the dog was leaving the safety of her arms while the gulls cried and swooped above them. There had to be some poultry blood running through Zsa Zsaâs veins.
Joanna glanced up and down Main Street at the assorted shops. While she couldnât readily see any âHelp Wantedâ signs, she wasnât deterred. For Misty Harbor being a small town, there were quite a few businesses she could try. Claireâs Boutique showed promise, as did The Pen and Ink.
Books or clothes? She loved them both, but Claireâs looked busy, and The Pen and Ink was closer. With that decision made, she set her straw tote on a bench, gently released Zsa Zsa from her leash, and placed her inside. The little Pomeranian loved to be carried around, and she seemed to feel safer within the depth of the tote than she did, out in the open where those vicious gulls could swoop down at any moment. Most of the time, people didnât even realize there was a miniature dog
Now it was time for her daughter to get back into the swing of things. Norah was a beautiful young woman who deserved a chance at finding love and happiness.
If the amount of interest her daughter was stirring up with the single men in town was any indication, Norah was about to embark on a very busy social life. Two nights ago at the Porterâs cookout, she had overheard Matthew Porter asking Norah out to a movie. Unbelievably, Norah had turned him down. She had a sinking feeling that she was the reason why. As long as she was home day and night, Norah would feel obliged to keep her company there. Slowly and surely, her daughter would become a bitter old maid living with her lonely old mother. All they would need would be a bunch of crazy old cats and doilies covering every square inch of overstuffed furniture to complete that dismal and depressing picture.
Enough was enough. Norah obviously wasnât going to do anything about the situation, so she guessed it was going to be up to her to get not only her own life but her daughter one also.
Joanna stripped off her gardening gloves, packed up her tools, and called Zsa Zsa. The gardens had been neglected for years; a couple more days werenât going to make a difference. It was a beautiful sunny morning, and the tourist season was just starting in Maine. Someone was surely hiring for the season, if nothing else. How hard could it be to operate a cash register or to serve up a bowl of chowder?
An hour later, Joanna headed downtown with Zsa Zsa leading the way. The Pomeranianâs yellow bow matched her own sundress and the snappy sandals she had bought herself last summer during a predominantly dark period in her life. The dress hadnât particularly cheered her up then, but seeing Zsa Zsa prancing on the end of her pink, glittery leash now brought a grin to her face and put a bounce in her step. Spring had always been her favorite season.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life, and what a life it is going to be! Visiting Paris in the springtime was going to be the first place she put on her âMust Seeâ list.
The few people she passed on her walk all had stopped and praised the Pomeranian on how adorable she looked and on how well she behaved. Zsa Zsa was a people dog and the perfect instrument to use to make the acquaintance of some of the local residents and a few tourists. Everyone loved Zsa Zsa, who lapped up all the attention as if she was a movie starlet and it was her due.
The dogâs only problem was that she was terrified of seagulls. The closer they got to the docks, the more anxious Zsa Zsa became. By the time they reached Main Street, which paralleled the water, Zsa Zsa was in her arms with her face pressed against Joannaâs chest. The occasional childâs laughter brought her head up, but there was no way the dog was leaving the safety of her arms while the gulls cried and swooped above them. There had to be some poultry blood running through Zsa Zsaâs veins.
Joanna glanced up and down Main Street at the assorted shops. While she couldnât readily see any âHelp Wantedâ signs, she wasnât deterred. For Misty Harbor being a small town, there were quite a few businesses she could try. Claireâs Boutique showed promise, as did The Pen and Ink.
Books or clothes? She loved them both, but Claireâs looked busy, and The Pen and Ink was closer. With that decision made, she set her straw tote on a bench, gently released Zsa Zsa from her leash, and placed her inside. The little Pomeranian loved to be carried around, and she seemed to feel safer within the depth of the tote than she did, out in the open where those vicious gulls could swoop down at any moment. Most of the time, people didnât even realize there was a miniature dog
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