Boys Next Door
“We weren’t sure.’ Donna’s face was pressed to my car window the moment I pulled in. I finally had been waved into an empty parking space by a volunteer. Then it was a matter of finding the balls to get out of the car. And then her face appeared.
‘I wasn’t sure, either.’ ‘Deke said you’d come,’ Joy said, showing up, right behind her boss.
‘I thought you guys were dyeing dogs.’ ‘We are,’ Joy said – displaying colour-spotted hands at me. ‘Currently we have no customers, though. They’re not so fond of the wind gusts.’ I rolled the window up and the wind snatched some of my hair and tugged it out of the car ahead of me. ‘They’re not the only ones,’ I growled.
I clutched the fedora to my head, thankful for it to keep my hair somewhat tame, and thankful for it on another level – it was my security object. When I touched it, I thought of Deke. Of his smile and his way – how calm and easy he was – his kindness. His body. When I touched the hat I felt grounded.
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