by Mercy Loomis
Copyright 2012 by Mercy Loomis. Photography by Ospictures.
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Samantha carefully dusted the ceramic cat, using her fingernails to push the cleaning cloth into the crease where the cat’s tail wrapped around its body. “Sounds fun, Jane, but I just can’t make it. Thanks for thinking of me.”
The wireless headset perfectly reproduced Jane’s frustrated snort. Bluetooth, of course, so as not to get caught up in her curlers. “This isn’t the fifties, Sam. You don’t have to be there waiting when he comes home every night.”
Samantha bit back a sigh and forced her brow to remain unfurrowed. Crow’s feet she could live with, but forehead wrinkles were a bridge too far. “I just can’t make it, that’s all.”
Jane was a sweetie, cheerful and outgoing and always collecting new friends. Samantha had met her at their Pilates class. Unfortunately, it looked like Jane wanted to make Samantha her new pet project.