Killer Commute
“She’d called Charlie’s house, but Libby never answered the phone before noon on weekends.
When she arrived, Maggie Stutzman made the officer a latte and crawled back on the couch.
Mary Maggie looked at each of them several times and grinned, “Saturday nights suck on Sunday morning, right?”
They were again in their uncouth, uncombed, unbrushed, just-out-of-bed modes, and their senses of humor wouldn’t show up for a couple of hours.
The scare last night had nearly forced them to go to Betty Beeso...m’s church this morning. We’re talking a serious fright here, that no loose cop grin could budge.
“How are the cats?” she tried again.
“Recovered.” Charlie slugged down the last of her latte and waved the empty soup-bowl cup at her hostess, not yet up to please.
“You won’t stop peeing for a week.”
“I’m on vacation for a week.”
The officer took too deep a draft of her latte, blinked back tears, pushed her glasses up her nose, and gave Charlie a conspiratorial look.MoreLess
When she arrived, Maggie Stutzman made the officer a latte and crawled back on the couch.
Mary Maggie looked at each of them several times and grinned, “Saturday nights suck on Sunday morning, right?”
They were again in their uncouth, uncombed, unbrushed, just-out-of-bed modes, and their senses of humor wouldn’t show up for a couple of hours.
The scare last night had nearly forced them to go to Betty Beeso...m’s church this morning. We’re talking a serious fright here, that no loose cop grin could budge.
“How are the cats?” she tried again.
“Recovered.” Charlie slugged down the last of her latte and waved the empty soup-bowl cup at her hostess, not yet up to please.
“You won’t stop peeing for a week.”
“I’m on vacation for a week.”
The officer took too deep a draft of her latte, blinked back tears, pushed her glasses up her nose, and gave Charlie a conspiratorial look.MoreLess
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