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men in my life retreated to the back yard for a game of catch.
And that was our day . It was quiet and it was normal. I liked it.
***
The next day I waited until a reasonable hour before calling Janet. Being a cop probably meant she worked long hours and I wanted to let her sleep in before bothering her.
Her phone rang three times before she answered . “Hello?”
“Hi, Janet . This is Pamela. I thought we should touch bases about the barbeque.”
“Oh, hi . I’m looking forward to doing something for fun for a change. And thanks for letting me bring Friday. She needs to socialize with other dogs from time to time. What can I bring?”
“You don’t get to go out very often?” I asked . “Why is that?”
“I’m a cop, and so is my boyfriend . ‘Nough said. Sometimes we’re lucky if we get to see each other at all.”
“Well, I guess that’s the price you pay, although I don’t know what the rest of us would do if it weren’t for people like you.”
“Thanks. I do my best. So, really, what can I bring?”
“How about a salad?”
“That’s all?” she asked. “I’m a pretty good baker. How about a dessert?”
“Okay, surprise us . We’re having barbequed ribs. Bring whatever you’d like, and I’m sure we’ll enjoy it.”
We chatted for a few minutes before we hung up, and I felt like I’d known this woman for a long time. She was easy to get along with. I was looking forward to Wednesday. Cop or no cop, she was still a woman and enjoyed talking girl talk.
After I hung up Chris told me he was going to meet with Big D. “We need to get things up and running. My savings aren’t going to last forever.”
“I still say I could get another job as a waitress,” I suggested . “It’s really not a big deal, and it wouldn’t be forever.”
“ Nope. Absolutely not. We’ll work this out, I promise you.” Was it male pride or did he care about me that much? I had a feeling it might be some of both.
While it was nice to have someone tell me I didn’t need to go find a job, I felt a bit guilty for not doing just that . However, I had no doubt that with Big D in charge of remodeling, it wouldn’t be all that long before we could open for business again. I was hoping that it wouldn’t be more than a few months.
“Why don’t you take Sherlock and Watson with you?” I asked.
“Not this time. I need to concentrate on what Big D has to say. We want this done right, and we want it done as soon as possible. I don’t want any distractions.”
Chris left and I let the dogs in the house . “You should have heard your person talking,” I said. “He had the nerve to call you two distractions. Can you imagine that? You’re no more distracting than a small hurricane.”
Watson cocked her head, knowing I was telling her something but having no clue what it was about . Sherlock nudged my hand, looking for attention.
“Good babies,” I said.
They understood that one and wagged their tails.
“Ball?” I said.
Both dogs perked up and their tails wagged faster. Chris said that if he could read their minds, they’d probably be saying, “Ball, ball, ball, ball.” I thought he might be right. They lived for chasing the ball and anything else that required physical activity.
We went back outside and I played with them for about half an hour , and then it was time to pick Mikey up at school.
“Want to go for a ride?” I asked, looking from dog to dog.
Watson sat at attention, showing me what a good and quiet dog she could be. Sherlock, on the other hand, began bouncing from foot to foot.
“Okay, let’s go.” I picked up my purse and let the dogs out the front door. They ran straight to the car and sat down, waiting for me. I opened the rear car door and they both climbed in, taking their places in the back seat and watching to see what I’d do next. I started the engine, of course.
I’d gotten into the habit of talking to the dogs when there was no one else to talk to, and now
And that was our day . It was quiet and it was normal. I liked it.
***
The next day I waited until a reasonable hour before calling Janet. Being a cop probably meant she worked long hours and I wanted to let her sleep in before bothering her.
Her phone rang three times before she answered . “Hello?”
“Hi, Janet . This is Pamela. I thought we should touch bases about the barbeque.”
“Oh, hi . I’m looking forward to doing something for fun for a change. And thanks for letting me bring Friday. She needs to socialize with other dogs from time to time. What can I bring?”
“You don’t get to go out very often?” I asked . “Why is that?”
“I’m a cop, and so is my boyfriend . ‘Nough said. Sometimes we’re lucky if we get to see each other at all.”
“Well, I guess that’s the price you pay, although I don’t know what the rest of us would do if it weren’t for people like you.”
“Thanks. I do my best. So, really, what can I bring?”
“How about a salad?”
“That’s all?” she asked. “I’m a pretty good baker. How about a dessert?”
“Okay, surprise us . We’re having barbequed ribs. Bring whatever you’d like, and I’m sure we’ll enjoy it.”
We chatted for a few minutes before we hung up, and I felt like I’d known this woman for a long time. She was easy to get along with. I was looking forward to Wednesday. Cop or no cop, she was still a woman and enjoyed talking girl talk.
After I hung up Chris told me he was going to meet with Big D. “We need to get things up and running. My savings aren’t going to last forever.”
“I still say I could get another job as a waitress,” I suggested . “It’s really not a big deal, and it wouldn’t be forever.”
“ Nope. Absolutely not. We’ll work this out, I promise you.” Was it male pride or did he care about me that much? I had a feeling it might be some of both.
While it was nice to have someone tell me I didn’t need to go find a job, I felt a bit guilty for not doing just that . However, I had no doubt that with Big D in charge of remodeling, it wouldn’t be all that long before we could open for business again. I was hoping that it wouldn’t be more than a few months.
“Why don’t you take Sherlock and Watson with you?” I asked.
“Not this time. I need to concentrate on what Big D has to say. We want this done right, and we want it done as soon as possible. I don’t want any distractions.”
Chris left and I let the dogs in the house . “You should have heard your person talking,” I said. “He had the nerve to call you two distractions. Can you imagine that? You’re no more distracting than a small hurricane.”
Watson cocked her head, knowing I was telling her something but having no clue what it was about . Sherlock nudged my hand, looking for attention.
“Good babies,” I said.
They understood that one and wagged their tails.
“Ball?” I said.
Both dogs perked up and their tails wagged faster. Chris said that if he could read their minds, they’d probably be saying, “Ball, ball, ball, ball.” I thought he might be right. They lived for chasing the ball and anything else that required physical activity.
We went back outside and I played with them for about half an hour , and then it was time to pick Mikey up at school.
“Want to go for a ride?” I asked, looking from dog to dog.
Watson sat at attention, showing me what a good and quiet dog she could be. Sherlock, on the other hand, began bouncing from foot to foot.
“Okay, let’s go.” I picked up my purse and let the dogs out the front door. They ran straight to the car and sat down, waiting for me. I opened the rear car door and they both climbed in, taking their places in the back seat and watching to see what I’d do next. I started the engine, of course.
I’d gotten into the habit of talking to the dogs when there was no one else to talk to, and now
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