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on their paws. Inside she felt warm and happy.
Just as she knew she would.
Sheila smiled as she wrote the words
“The End.”
The story was finished and would be about the size of a Golden Book once the illustrator added the pictures. She knew editing would have to be done, but at least she had the story down. Setting it to the side, she stretched.
The story was good enough to show Morgan. “Maybe I’ll make Mr. Dog a Great Dane. Do you think Morgan will like that, Chrissy?”
She glanced at the clock. The cat purred contentedly. “Good. I have time for an hour nap before I have to meet him.” Sheila rubbed Chrissy’s back and grinned.
The doorbell rang. “Just when I thought I could rest,” she muttered to Chrissy. The cat yawned and looked up at her through slit eyes.
Sheila moved the cat to the floor then walked down the hall. Just as she reached the door, the bell sounded again. “I’m coming.”
“Could you come a little faster, sis? It’s cold out here,” Samantha’s voice called from the other side of the door.
She opened the door, and her sister stumbled inside.
“I don’t feel so good,” Samantha announced as she rushed past her and into the bathroom down the hall.
The sound of sickness came up the hall. Sheila hurried to her bedroom and grabbed a spare pillow and blanket. She made
a quick bed for Samantha on the couch then returned to her bedroom for a fresh pair of pajamas. Sheila knocked on the bathroom door.
A white-faced Samantha answered the door. “Here—put these on. You’ll feel a little better in comfy clothes.”
A few minutes later, Samantha returned to the living room clad in flannel pj’s and with a freshly washed face. “I’m sorry. Josh went out of town with work, and I didn’t want to stay home alone.”
“You know you are welcome here anytime.” Sheila tucked the blanket around Samantha. “How long have you been sick?”
“It started this morning. I just feel sick to my stomach. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.” She sank further under the covers.
“Can I get you anything?”
“Not right now.” Samantha’s voice was muffled. “Thanks.”
Sheila watched as Chrissy curled up at the foot of the couch. She rubbed the cat’s ears and then headed to the kitchen.
“Well, maybe a cup of tea would soothe my tummy,” Samantha called.
Sheila pulled a box of saltines from the shelf and set the teakettle on. “It will be ready in a jiffy.” She looked at the clock on the microwave. In a half hour, she’d be meeting Morgan.
Morgan sat at Carly’s Cookie Jar nursing a cup of coffee and munching on a chocolate chip cookie shaped like a Santa Claus head. Sheila was ten minutes late. It wasn’t like her, and he was starting to get worried.
His heart did a flip-flop as she bustled into the room.
She maneuvered around the tables and chairs. “Sorry I’m late. My sister showed up on my doorstep a little while ago and is very sick.”
He stood. “I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?”
“No, I just need to get back home. I hate leaving her like that.” Sheila adjusted the shoulder strap on her purse. “I brought the manuscript for you to look over. It’s still a little rough, but I think the story is complete. I just need to make sure the grammar and punctuation are correct.” She handed it to him. “I’m really sorry I have to go now. Let me know what you think about the story.”
Morgan gathered his coat and bags then walked with her out to the parking lot. He slid the manuscript into one of the bags. As they turned to part ways, he said, “I’ll read it this afternoon and let you know what I think.”
“Thanks. As soon as Samantha is feeling better, I’ll call you.
Maybe we could have dinner and a movie at my house?”
“Sounds like fun.” She smiled.
“Good. Talk to you later.” And with that, Sheila got into her car and pulled out of the parking lot. He smiled as she looked back at him in her
Just as she knew she would.
Sheila smiled as she wrote the words
“The End.”
The story was finished and would be about the size of a Golden Book once the illustrator added the pictures. She knew editing would have to be done, but at least she had the story down. Setting it to the side, she stretched.
The story was good enough to show Morgan. “Maybe I’ll make Mr. Dog a Great Dane. Do you think Morgan will like that, Chrissy?”
She glanced at the clock. The cat purred contentedly. “Good. I have time for an hour nap before I have to meet him.” Sheila rubbed Chrissy’s back and grinned.
The doorbell rang. “Just when I thought I could rest,” she muttered to Chrissy. The cat yawned and looked up at her through slit eyes.
Sheila moved the cat to the floor then walked down the hall. Just as she reached the door, the bell sounded again. “I’m coming.”
“Could you come a little faster, sis? It’s cold out here,” Samantha’s voice called from the other side of the door.
She opened the door, and her sister stumbled inside.
“I don’t feel so good,” Samantha announced as she rushed past her and into the bathroom down the hall.
The sound of sickness came up the hall. Sheila hurried to her bedroom and grabbed a spare pillow and blanket. She made
a quick bed for Samantha on the couch then returned to her bedroom for a fresh pair of pajamas. Sheila knocked on the bathroom door.
A white-faced Samantha answered the door. “Here—put these on. You’ll feel a little better in comfy clothes.”
A few minutes later, Samantha returned to the living room clad in flannel pj’s and with a freshly washed face. “I’m sorry. Josh went out of town with work, and I didn’t want to stay home alone.”
“You know you are welcome here anytime.” Sheila tucked the blanket around Samantha. “How long have you been sick?”
“It started this morning. I just feel sick to my stomach. I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.” She sank further under the covers.
“Can I get you anything?”
“Not right now.” Samantha’s voice was muffled. “Thanks.”
Sheila watched as Chrissy curled up at the foot of the couch. She rubbed the cat’s ears and then headed to the kitchen.
“Well, maybe a cup of tea would soothe my tummy,” Samantha called.
Sheila pulled a box of saltines from the shelf and set the teakettle on. “It will be ready in a jiffy.” She looked at the clock on the microwave. In a half hour, she’d be meeting Morgan.
Morgan sat at Carly’s Cookie Jar nursing a cup of coffee and munching on a chocolate chip cookie shaped like a Santa Claus head. Sheila was ten minutes late. It wasn’t like her, and he was starting to get worried.
His heart did a flip-flop as she bustled into the room.
She maneuvered around the tables and chairs. “Sorry I’m late. My sister showed up on my doorstep a little while ago and is very sick.”
He stood. “I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do?”
“No, I just need to get back home. I hate leaving her like that.” Sheila adjusted the shoulder strap on her purse. “I brought the manuscript for you to look over. It’s still a little rough, but I think the story is complete. I just need to make sure the grammar and punctuation are correct.” She handed it to him. “I’m really sorry I have to go now. Let me know what you think about the story.”
Morgan gathered his coat and bags then walked with her out to the parking lot. He slid the manuscript into one of the bags. As they turned to part ways, he said, “I’ll read it this afternoon and let you know what I think.”
“Thanks. As soon as Samantha is feeling better, I’ll call you.
Maybe we could have dinner and a movie at my house?”
“Sounds like fun.” She smiled.
“Good. Talk to you later.” And with that, Sheila got into her car and pulled out of the parking lot. He smiled as she looked back at him in her
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