DeeAnn bubbled on about how the company had leased a house for them in Honolulu, and they’d already had welcoming emails from relatives of friends in their Woodston church. “Sandy has mixed feelings about the move. She’s excited about Hawaii, but she hates to change schools in the middle of the year. And leave her friends, of course. I’ve found homes for all my house plants. We’re down to only one cat at the moment. Celery. And Mrs. Grandy from church is taking her, so no problem there.”
Celery, their stub-tailed calico cat, so named for one of her odd food preferences, was a stray that had wandered in a couple years ago. I’d always suspected there must be some sign in generic animal language announcing “Free Food! Nice Folks! Come On In!” posted on the back steps of the Harrington house.
“But we haven’t decided what to do about the house, whether to put it up for sale or rent it out. I do love this old place …”
“I’m sure everything will work out fine. Well, I’ll just let you get back to your sorting and packing. We’ll talk again before you leave, okay?”
I didn’t mean to cut her off, but I had some thinking to do here. With plan A shot down and the murderous Braxtons gunning for me, it was time to move on to plan B.
Unfortunately, I have no plan B.
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