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burger and fries with a cup of strong black coffee, trying not to think of those tennis shoes she had purchased for April, the ones she ended up throwing in the trash. And she couldn’t help feeling guilty every time she took a bite from her juicy burger. She wondered, hoped, that if Wilson was still alive, the kidnappers were feeding him.
By the time Sam reached her apartment, clouds had covered the sky, light with the look of snow. The cold air felt thin against her skin as she trudged from the mailboxes to her front door. “Here Morrison, here kitty, kitty,” Sam called as soon as she stepped inside her apartment.
A black ball of fur , tail high in the air, came trotting down the hallway toward her. She felt him softly rubbing against her ankles. She smiled and picked the cat up and gave him a vigorous scratch beneath his chin. He purred loudly, obviously content.
Sam had never been big on cats, but when Robin died, she couldn’t let anything happen to Morrison, who Robin had named after her favorite Irish singer, Van Morrison. Sam took the cat home and she was surprised at how quickly he had grown on her.
Sam checked his water bowl, still plenty there, but his food dish was empty. She hadn’t been in her apartment since being kidnapped. The first thing she had said to Howard when she woke in the hospital that morning was, “Morrison must be starving.” Howard came over the weekend and had been here again this morning, but Morrison had eaten every morsel.
She retrieved a can of cat food from the cabinet. Morrison pressed himself in and around her legs, meowing with excitement as she prepared his dinner. With Morrison eating, Sam went to her bedroom and changed into blue jeans and a faded blue and green flannel shirt. She kept Robin’s favorite brown Izod sweater hanging on the doorknob to her closet. She picked it up, closed her eyes and held it to her face. Robin’s scent was fading now that Sam had been wearing it so much, but still of hint of her sister’s sweet fragrance lingered.
She headed toward the bathroom and flicked on the light. She hesitated a moment before looking in the mirror. When she did, she saw that her blue eyes looked as flat as a gray November day. The dark circles beneath them reminded her of how little she slept at night. She rubbed at the circles as if that would make them disappear. She leaned a little closer turning her head this way and that. She had been trying to ignore the tiny traces of laugh lines starting to form around her eyes, but try as she might, they were there looking back at her. She felt every bit of her thirty-two years. Her blonde hair would be ash now had she not kept it colored. It had been that way since April was born.
She had lost none of the weight she had gained since her divorce. It showed beneath her chin, a constant reminder. She pressed firmly a couple of times using the back of her hand, but it didn’t help. Sam remembered her promise to Robin shortly before her death that she would start getting in shape after the first of the year. It was her New Year’s Resolution. Robin was determined to help her lose weight. Sam knew that even if she had half her sister’s determination, she’d be able to shed these extra pounds. She splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth without looking at herself again in the mirror.
Morrison was cleaning his paws happily when Sam returned to the kitchen. She scooped him into her arms and went to the big chair in the living room, trying to ignore the pangs of loneliness that had set in the moment she walked into her apartment.
She looked around the room, feeling empty, feeling the room beginning to close in around her. She had been here just over a year, but had never done much to make the place her home.
Sam had spent the last two nights at her grandmother’s ranch sitting with her in front of a roaring fire that Howard had built for them both evenings after dinner. They talked of the ‘Old Country’ and
By the time Sam reached her apartment, clouds had covered the sky, light with the look of snow. The cold air felt thin against her skin as she trudged from the mailboxes to her front door. “Here Morrison, here kitty, kitty,” Sam called as soon as she stepped inside her apartment.
A black ball of fur , tail high in the air, came trotting down the hallway toward her. She felt him softly rubbing against her ankles. She smiled and picked the cat up and gave him a vigorous scratch beneath his chin. He purred loudly, obviously content.
Sam had never been big on cats, but when Robin died, she couldn’t let anything happen to Morrison, who Robin had named after her favorite Irish singer, Van Morrison. Sam took the cat home and she was surprised at how quickly he had grown on her.
Sam checked his water bowl, still plenty there, but his food dish was empty. She hadn’t been in her apartment since being kidnapped. The first thing she had said to Howard when she woke in the hospital that morning was, “Morrison must be starving.” Howard came over the weekend and had been here again this morning, but Morrison had eaten every morsel.
She retrieved a can of cat food from the cabinet. Morrison pressed himself in and around her legs, meowing with excitement as she prepared his dinner. With Morrison eating, Sam went to her bedroom and changed into blue jeans and a faded blue and green flannel shirt. She kept Robin’s favorite brown Izod sweater hanging on the doorknob to her closet. She picked it up, closed her eyes and held it to her face. Robin’s scent was fading now that Sam had been wearing it so much, but still of hint of her sister’s sweet fragrance lingered.
She headed toward the bathroom and flicked on the light. She hesitated a moment before looking in the mirror. When she did, she saw that her blue eyes looked as flat as a gray November day. The dark circles beneath them reminded her of how little she slept at night. She rubbed at the circles as if that would make them disappear. She leaned a little closer turning her head this way and that. She had been trying to ignore the tiny traces of laugh lines starting to form around her eyes, but try as she might, they were there looking back at her. She felt every bit of her thirty-two years. Her blonde hair would be ash now had she not kept it colored. It had been that way since April was born.
She had lost none of the weight she had gained since her divorce. It showed beneath her chin, a constant reminder. She pressed firmly a couple of times using the back of her hand, but it didn’t help. Sam remembered her promise to Robin shortly before her death that she would start getting in shape after the first of the year. It was her New Year’s Resolution. Robin was determined to help her lose weight. Sam knew that even if she had half her sister’s determination, she’d be able to shed these extra pounds. She splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth without looking at herself again in the mirror.
Morrison was cleaning his paws happily when Sam returned to the kitchen. She scooped him into her arms and went to the big chair in the living room, trying to ignore the pangs of loneliness that had set in the moment she walked into her apartment.
She looked around the room, feeling empty, feeling the room beginning to close in around her. She had been here just over a year, but had never done much to make the place her home.
Sam had spent the last two nights at her grandmother’s ranch sitting with her in front of a roaring fire that Howard had built for them both evenings after dinner. They talked of the ‘Old Country’ and
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