Chapter 3 is finally up, but I had some formatting errors...the font becomes a little bigger after the beginning. I tried to fix it, but it was beyond my HTML capabilities. ;o) Please try to enjoy anyway. ♥
Sunlight streaming through the window woke me earlier than usual on a Saturday morning.I blinked my eyes until the room came into focus and I remembered where I was.The warm smell of fresh coffee and Gram's banana nut muffins filled my room, tempting me out of bed.I followed it downstairs to find Gram scurrying around the kitchen in her silky blue pajamas and matching robe.
"Good Morning, roomie!" She waved a potholder-covered hand and flipped steaming muffins from the pan out onto a plate, setting them next to the other plates of food lined up across the bar.
"Morning," I said. "What’s all this?"
"Well, I didn't want to wake you to ask what you wanted, so I made a multiple choice breakfast—scrambled eggs, veggie sausage, hash browns, and banana nut muffins."
"Um…wow,” I said, rubbing my eyes. “I’ll have a little of each.”
"Take as much as you want, I already ate."
"Gram, this is really great, but you didn't have to cook for me. I can fend for myself."
"I know, but I don’t get to make breakfast for anyone but myself…sometimes the dogs," she said, filling my glass with orange juice. “Thought I’d make your first morning special.”
"Okay, but from now on I’ll make my own, or have whatever you made for yourself. No going out of your way."
"Sure, sweetie.” She winked, handing me a plate.
I piled some eggs, a spoonful of hash browns, a link of veggie sausage, and one muffin onto my plate and carried it to the bench table in the dining room. I ate slowly, basking in the morning sun that poured through the large picture window while Gram darted around the room looking under couch cushions and rummaging through the bookshelves.
"What are you looking for?" I asked.
"My appointment book," she said, "I always keep it in my purse but it's not there."
"I didn’t think you psychics ever lost stuff."
"Lilah Claire! I am not a psychic—I am an animal communicator. You know the difference."
"Of course I do," I said. “Just wanted to make sure you were still sensitive about it.”
"Ha-ha. Now how about gettin’ off your butt and helping me find the blessed thing."
"Have you checked the minivan?"
"Not yet," she said, tightening the belt on her robe and slipping on her shoes, "but I swear I brought it in with me after that emergency call last night.”
"It’s probably still out there."
"Hope you’re right," she said on her way out the door.
I smiled to myself and finished off my eggs. Outside I heard the dogs barking and getting all excited like they always do when they think they’re going for a ride. Less than a minute later Gram walked back through the door with her appointment book in hand.
“I knew it,” I said, satisfied with myself as I carried my plate to the sink.
"Now who's the psychic?" she teased.
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