Lake Effect

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you. How’d everything go?” This was so typical Cheri that Shelby had to smile as she received her bear hug.
    â€œEverything went great. Cheri, why are you here? Is it Len, is he okay?”
    â€œHe’s fine, sweetheart. The old goat slipped and twisted his ankle.” She giggled. “Just so happens that Len’s poker buddy, Mac Sawyer, is the physician on call tonight. He’s taking full advantage of having Len incapacitated and has run every test he can.”
    Shelby relaxed. “Well,” she said, slipping off her coat. “Looks like I’ll just have to sit here and keep you company.”
    The older woman smiled and gave Shelby another big hug. “I’d like that.”
    â€¢ • •
    It’d been very late when Len had finally satisfied Dr. Sawyer. Shelby was glad she’d stayed. She and Cheri had talked and talked. She hadn’t even unpacked her car when she’d gotten home, just let Norman in the backyard for a moment or two and then gone straight to bed.
    The next morning she was wide awake and ready to face the day. First thing on her agenda: a nice long run, then empty out the car. She was just carrying in the last box when she noticed the express envelope by her door. It must’ve been delivered while she was gone. She’d been so tired last night she’d walked right past it. It was postmarked New York but had no return address. That was odd. She didn’t know anyone in New York except Wyeth. She grew excited; perhaps he’d sent her something. Before she could open it her phone started ringing.
    â€œFinally, you’re home. I’ve been trying to reach you for a few days now; I was starting to get worried. You really should have a cell phone.” Wyeth’s deep voice made Shelby momentarily forget all about the envelope in her hand.
    â€œHi.” She managed to say it without sounding breathy or shy, thank God! Even if she felt like a giggling teen, she sure didn’t want to sound like one. “I’m fine and you’re sweet to worry. I had to run back to Bennett’s Corners; my house sold. It was all very sudden. I tried calling you but the office said you’d left.”
    â€œYes, I had some urgent business to tend to back at the main office of Packard Corporation. My secretary should’ve given you my cell phone. I won’t bore you with the details. Suffice it to say, I’m stuck here until that business is completed. Your house sold? That’s great news, I think. How do you feel about that?”
    â€œI feel pretty good, to tell you the truth. It’s a very nice couple, young. They’re in their early twenties.”
Just like Jack and I were once.
She left that part out. “The house will be perfect for them. Isn’t your mom’s big function coming up?”
    â€œYes, it’s tonight.” She could hear from his tone of voice he wasn’t looking forward to it. “I wish you were here to go with me. It’s going to be a very long and boring night without you.”
    Shelby laughed. “I’m sure you’ll manage to have a good time. Len Beauchamp had to go to the emergency clinic yesterday. I spent the better part of the evening there with Cheri, but everything is okay.” They talked for another few moments. She filled him in on all the happenings and how Norman was still recovering from his ride on the ferry.
    â€œI’d better let you go. I’m sure you have things to get done before your big gala tonight.”
    â€œI’m sure my mother has a list a mile long. I really will miss you tonight, Shelby. I’m hoping to conclude this business quickly so I can get back. Would it be okay if I call you later?”
    â€œSure, I’d like that. And Wyeth, I’ll miss you too.” She could hear his intake of breath. So he felt the same way she did.
    â€œGreat. Have a good day. Pet Norman for me.”
    Shelby looked down at

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