Gotta Catch The Pretty Ones
© 2011-2014 by Mr. David R. Dorrycott
Chapter Fifty-One
Dell’s co-Investigator Mrs. Gidget Johansson talked to Sara for almost an hour before notifying Dell that she was leaving for the local hotel to compile her formal report. When he approached Sara she was red faced, red faced in anger. “What happened?” he asked.
“She wanted to tell me that in her eyes my lost hand wasn’t an accident but pure carelessness, that and the idea of women living together family wasn’t right in her eyes.” By now Sara had cooled her anger, “Then she went down a list of deficiencies in the store from displays being years outdated to the ceramic floor tile in the kitchen needing replacing to the ‘antique garbage that should be thrown out.” Sara sat down, looking at no one. “She left a list of things to be addressed, number one is scrapping all this unsaleable pokeballs.”
Dell laughed, “There is no accounting for taste Mrs. Richards, and there is no rule about what you personally believe or your lifestyle as long as you are not a drug abuser, I will though talk to her, if she can’t understand that then I’ll replace her. I will be honest with you Sara, there are things that you and your wife do that I personally do not agree about, there are things I do and believe that would upset you but that is all personal. Besides, if I anger you, there will be no more of Penny’s wonderful coffee. Now until ”
“I understand, still I believe that I will have a coffee” the younger woman decided.
“Now that is a belief that I can agree with, as long as it is Penny’s coffee that is.”
The two sat talking some time over coffee, so long that later at dinner Penny remarked upon it. “Is my wife having an affair?” the librarian asked in a soft voice. “Am I going to be served divorce papers?”
Sara stopped what she was doing as though frozen in stone, then very carefully she returned the ladle to Penny’s stew. “Penny” Sara answered very carefully, “You have just given me a heart attack. Now what brought this on?” she asked softly.
“You spent the afternoon talking with Dell” Penny explained. “You were both so close together, I don’t know what to think.” There was real worry and some hurt in the Liberian’s voice.
“A moment please” Sara asked, getting up from her place her bowl untouched, in fact holding only one ladle full of Penny’s rich stew. Even Patricia stopped eating, watching carefully the dynamics that were playing out. When Sara returned she was holding one of her notebooks, offering it to Penny she waited in silence. It was though the entire room were filled with an explosive gass and the slightest spark would destroy forever what the two had.
Opening the book Penny read for a few minutes, then carefully closed and returned the tome to her wife. “One, I am an idiot” she explained, “And two, I want to go over this with you. You two spent the entire afternoon trying to work out what exotic passcodes that the original creators of pokeballs used and I stood in the kitchen watching you, worried that I would lose you.”
“You will never lose me Penny” Sara answered softly, accepting the book back. “I couldn’t live without you. So, is there anything else?”
That anything else was Penny throwing herself into her wife’s arms, bawling like a baby.
Disaster averted Patricia quietly continued eating, her memory of starving while Waterman sat across a campfire eating was savagely burned into her soul. She would rather eat than talk given the choice.