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but she got up and gave me a hug. âCongratulations! I understand Mr. Jay did you proud at the roundup.â She seems to envision herding events as something akin to John Ford films, albeit heavier on sheep and dogs than cattle and horses.
âHe did that,â I said. Weâll ignore the part where he ran a flock of sheep over me. Twice. The message light on my phone was blinking, but I ignored it and peered into the fridge. âIâm starving,â I said, half hoping Goldie would invite us over for one of the fantastic concoctions sheâs so good at whipping up.
I turned to her. âWhat are you so sore about?â
Goldie snorted. âYour new neighbor.â The last word came out in a tone Iâm not used to hearing from Goldie. Pure sarcasm.
âTheyâve moved in?â I glanced at Tom and he shrugged.
âHe. Just one, and believe me, heâll be more than enough if today was any indication.â Goldie rocked the bottom of her Olâ Woody pale ale at Jay and Drake where they sprawled on the floor. âHeâs not happy about them.â
Pixel sauntered into the room, jumped onto Goldieâs lap, and relaxed into her arms. âTotem is such a wiggleworm, the only time he does this is late afternoon. Heâs too wound up the rest of the time.â Totem was Pixelâs litter-brother . Goldie and I, and Detective Hutchinson, had adopted the three-kitten litter after a friend took in their feral mama and her brood, and we loved to compare notes as they grew. Goldie sat back and sighed. âWe had just a quick encounter this morning, but it was enough. Heâs a jerk.â
Tom and I exchanged a glance, and Tom asked, âTotem is a jerk?â
âHeavens, no! The new neighbor, whatâs his name. Martin. Yes, thatâs it. Martin.â
âSo what makes you say this Martin is a jerk?â I asked.
âFirst of all, I never trust a man who hides behind reflective sunglasses. They seem sneaky to me, and they give me flashbacks.â
Goldie marched for civil rights and against the war back in the sixties, and she had spent more than a few nights âin the pokey,â as she put it. I wish Iâd known her then, but I knew my mother, and that was pretty close. Mom hadnât been doing so well for a couple of years, but Goldie still burned with a soft and steady flame. She took the name Golden Sunshine back in the day, and as I watched the light from the window dance in her silver hair, I thought again that she chose the right name, especially back when her hair was still blonde.
âHe asked me how many pets you have, and when I told him two dogs, two cats, and a new puppy coming, he said something like, âWeâll see about that.ââ
âWhat the heck does that mean?â I asked, and thought about the protesters at the herding clinic. Is there no end to people wanting to keep us from having animals in our lives?
âMaybe heâs talking about that bill thatâs rumored to be coming up in the city council,â said Tom. âWait a minuteâis Martin the guyâs first name, or last? That bill is the brainchild of Phil Martin.â
âWhat bill?â Goldie hadnât heard the rumors.
âIf what weâre hearing is true, and the bill passes, it will limit the number of pets in any one household. We havenât heard a solid number, but probably three to five.â
âBut if they pass that â¦â Goldie didnât finish the thought, but we all knew where she was going. If they passed a number on the low end of the range, Tom and I would be in violation once his house sold and he moved in with me. And now weâd have a neighbor who, based on what Goldie said, would probably report us. The number chosen was, of course, entirely arbitrary. Our three dogs and two cats would be zero nuisance to the neighbors, unlike the single Dalmatian at the other end of the block who
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