By Connie's Vacuum
Connie was silent as she made her way out of
Whit's End and into the parking lot. The shiny red car Whit had
gotten her for Christmas gleamed in the sunlight. The car was
beautiful, and she had named it "Cookie Dough" to remind her of
her favorite food and ice cream flavor at Whit's End.
"Hi, Cookie Dough," Connie whispered to her car
as she ran her hand over the side mirror. "How are you today?
She couldn't believe she was talking to a CAR,
but Cookie Dough was her friend. She was always ready to listen
and she wouldn't interrupt a single word.
Connie started to get in her car when she noticed
a piece of paper stuck in her windshield. She got out and took
the paper. She was surprised that it was written to her and put
there on purpose. Was it from Whit? It didn't appear to be.
Eugene? No, he wouldn?t do that. She unfolded it and read it.
We are having a meeting at the Library at Whit's End
tomorrow at 2:00 pm. We hope you can join us.
Connie was puzzled. A meeting at Whit's End? If
it was a staff meeting, surely it was from Whit, and he wouldn't
sign it anonymous. If it was from Eugene, he would definitely
sign it "Eugene Meltsner, your co-worker at the local ice cream
parlor and discovery emporium, Whit's End" or something long
like that. Who in the world would want to write her a note like
Connie wondered all the way home. She knew it
would be very silly to ask Cookie Dough, but she knew Cookie
Dough had seen who put the note there and she probably knew why.
"Oh Cookie Dough, if you could only talk," Connie
whispered to the vehicle. Connie loved Cookie Dough more than
any other car she had ever owned; it even topped her very first
car. It was partly because Whit, her boss, friend, and second
father to her, had given it to her.
Connie parked Cookie Dough in her apartment
parking lot and said good-bye to her. Walking into the lobby,
she didn't even bother taking the elevator but took the stairs.
She wasn't in a hurry, so why not ponder what had happened by
Jared had been acting strange lately. He was
trying to convince her to let out her feelings against Mitch.
But she didn't have any feelings against Mitch. Mitch had been
her almost-husband and she still loved him enough to marry him.
Jared was wrong. Very wrong.
She's go to that meeting tomorrow, whether it was
a staff meeting or a freak-out-'cause-you're-single party.
Either way, she was in Odyssey, surrounded by people who cared
about her. And that was what was important. It really mattered.
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