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Authors: J. Louise Powell
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helped catch the criminals.”
Her son stood and shook hands with Joe. “Pleased to meet you, sir. Thanks for saving my mom, although I think she is fine now.”
Joe looked puzzled, but sat down anyhow. “You’re okay as well, young lady?” he asked Julie.
“Yes, everything is lovely right now. Thank you!” she said lightly. “Are you the Joe that plays tennis with my Uncle William?”
“Why yes I am, and where is that old rascal? I didn’t know he had any pretty young nieces,” he replied. He grabbed his stomach as Pastor pretended to hit him.
Pastor got up and locked the door, and turned the sign to read closed. “I think I am ready for a little peace in here. I hate to waste a pot of tea; anyone want some?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next morning was a Saturday but Pastor had decided to stay closed for the weekend, giving herself an extra day of recovery. She and Julie went for a long walk on the beach after saying farewell to Andy, who was returning his rental to New Orleans and then flying home. He had given Julie his number, telling her to call if she was ever in the DC area. When they got back to her condo, Pastor made a pot of tea and took it out to the balcony.
“So what have you decided to do with the cards?” she asked.
“Well, Andy kept the ones we just purchased and didn’t need to give to your grandchildren. But I don’t think you meant those,” she answered with a smile. “I guess I’m glad Jamie had the other box of cards and photos, so Cindy Smith couldn’t steal it after attacking my mom. I can’t believe she forgot she took them when I called and asked her about them. She’s so flakey! The rarest ones Jamie and I have decided to loan to the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown. We’ll still own them, but the museum will have to worry about the security. The others we have in a safety deposit box in Princeton. We can go see them when we go home and visit Lois. It is amazing the lengths people will go to for love and objects, isn’t it? ” Julie said.
“Some of humankind’s greatest moments are because of love, but also some of our worst. Passion is an interesting emotion. But to take it away would leave us empty. Then we may as well be machines.”
“That’s very true. This has certainly opened my eyes to the way I was living, almost in a sleep. Though I can thank my father for all those years of karate lessons. He was adamant his daughters should be able to defend themselves.”
Pastor laughed, “Please don’t underestimate your elders, dear. We’ve learned there are quite a few things worth being passionate about.”
The doorbell rang and the older woman excused herself. She returned with William and another cup for tea. Julie rushed over and hugged him “Oh, Uncle William, thank you!” she said with a cry.
The former spy held her out at arm’s length, “Thank you, my dear girl! Next time you have a question about something related to baseball, do me a favor and come to me first!”
“Next time I have a question about anything outside my normal realm of life, I will call you. How’s that, Uncle William?”
“That, my dear, sounds like a great plan!”
Her son stood and shook hands with Joe. “Pleased to meet you, sir. Thanks for saving my mom, although I think she is fine now.”
Joe looked puzzled, but sat down anyhow. “You’re okay as well, young lady?” he asked Julie.
“Yes, everything is lovely right now. Thank you!” she said lightly. “Are you the Joe that plays tennis with my Uncle William?”
“Why yes I am, and where is that old rascal? I didn’t know he had any pretty young nieces,” he replied. He grabbed his stomach as Pastor pretended to hit him.
Pastor got up and locked the door, and turned the sign to read closed. “I think I am ready for a little peace in here. I hate to waste a pot of tea; anyone want some?”
CHAPTER TWELVE
The next morning was a Saturday but Pastor had decided to stay closed for the weekend, giving herself an extra day of recovery. She and Julie went for a long walk on the beach after saying farewell to Andy, who was returning his rental to New Orleans and then flying home. He had given Julie his number, telling her to call if she was ever in the DC area. When they got back to her condo, Pastor made a pot of tea and took it out to the balcony.
“So what have you decided to do with the cards?” she asked.
“Well, Andy kept the ones we just purchased and didn’t need to give to your grandchildren. But I don’t think you meant those,” she answered with a smile. “I guess I’m glad Jamie had the other box of cards and photos, so Cindy Smith couldn’t steal it after attacking my mom. I can’t believe she forgot she took them when I called and asked her about them. She’s so flakey! The rarest ones Jamie and I have decided to loan to the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown. We’ll still own them, but the museum will have to worry about the security. The others we have in a safety deposit box in Princeton. We can go see them when we go home and visit Lois. It is amazing the lengths people will go to for love and objects, isn’t it? ” Julie said.
“Some of humankind’s greatest moments are because of love, but also some of our worst. Passion is an interesting emotion. But to take it away would leave us empty. Then we may as well be machines.”
“That’s very true. This has certainly opened my eyes to the way I was living, almost in a sleep. Though I can thank my father for all those years of karate lessons. He was adamant his daughters should be able to defend themselves.”
Pastor laughed, “Please don’t underestimate your elders, dear. We’ve learned there are quite a few things worth being passionate about.”
The doorbell rang and the older woman excused herself. She returned with William and another cup for tea. Julie rushed over and hugged him “Oh, Uncle William, thank you!” she said with a cry.
The former spy held her out at arm’s length, “Thank you, my dear girl! Next time you have a question about something related to baseball, do me a favor and come to me first!”
“Next time I have a question about anything outside my normal realm of life, I will call you. How’s that, Uncle William?”
“That, my dear, sounds like a great plan!”
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