I grabbed my suitcases, picked up the crumbled cake, and crossed the street. Before I could knock, the porch light came on.
The door creaked open. She stood there, her hair in rollers, her dress hanging off one shoulder, her cat on her hip like a cowboy holster.
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“Well, I’ll be damned. I thought you were halfway to Shady Pines by now.”
” Co? “
“Delia said you were moving into one of those senior centers. She said it was your idea. A gift from Tom. You finally have some time to yourself.” She narrowed her eyes. “Wait… it was your idea, right?”
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I didn’t say anything. I simply walked in, dropped the bags by her chair, and set the cake on the kitchen counter. Bonnie followed me, barefoot and cautious.
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