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All the Many Flavors of Romance!August 28, 2011 – The Groundhog
So, last year I had a groundhog take up residence under the gazebo in my backyard. Now this fellow is no little tyke. To me, he looks like the Sumo wrestler of groundhogs. How he manages to crawl underneath the steps on my gazebo I’ll never know. But, he is cute.
But, over the winter months there’s been a change. Now there’s a smaller groundhog living underneath my gazebo along with the Sumo wrestler! This one is so-o-o cute, too.
I don’t have the heart to capture them and relocate them alongside a riverbank some place. Not me! I’ll just keep putting food out for them and I’m sure by next year, the Sumo wrestler’s entire family will be living underneath my gazebo. He may invite a few relatives, too.
A Tale of Two Rivers – Gertie Mae Gillespie
Darn little dog always under foot. I’ll get my hands on it one of these days. Now, just listen to all this chatter going on about that bone. People are always up to no good, I tell ya. It’s a good thing I’ve got my trusty sidekick right here in my purse. Never know when I’m going to need it. There’s trouble brewing in Two Rivers and I’m gonna get to the bottom of it.
Seems everybody has an opinion of just who that bone belongs to but nobody knows for sure. Some say it was the stranger that came through town a while back. Others say it was one of our own that we just lost track of and hadn’t thought about in years. Some say there was an old man who used to live over in the Hawthorne house and that he kept his wife locked in the attic. Some said they could see her standing in front of that attic window late at night but come to think of it, they hadn’t seen her in a few years. Just plum forgot about her.
I’ve been talking and listening all morning long and I’m getting some good stuff. Later on tonight, I’ll piece all this information together and see what I can come up with.
Haven’t seen that sheriff lately. Don’t know what he’s up to. Probably hiding out someplace to keep from having to do sheriff work. This younger generation don’t know how to put in a good day’s work anymore. And where’s that deputy? Love sick puppy that he is. Can’t get a good day’s work outta him neither.
Guess it’s just up to me to solve this case. Guess I’ll go interview my next witness.
A Tale of Two Rivers – Flo
The chatter in the Café is almost deafening. Trying to control this crowd of town folks, each with their own opinion of whom or what the bones found at the constructions site belonged to, is mind boggling. Why all these people felt the need to meet here at the Café is beyond me. Now, I’m not complaining. The business is great. I just wish the Sheriff would get here soon. Maybe he can do something about the stories spreading around like wildfire. Maybe calm some of the fears of some of the folks. Good thing I bought a gun.
I’ve heard myself, from a reliable source of course, the bones belong to a stranger who went missing a few years back. I remember serving him lunch just like it was yesterday. He had a burger, fries and a chocolate shake. He was only passing through town he said. Not planning on staying, just wanted to take a few pictures and leave. He asked me about some of the points of interest in the town of Two Rivers, paid his bill and left. Nice enough young fellow, very polite and not bad looking at all. I guess I’ll have to wait and see what the Sheriff says.
Now, what the heck is that commotion? What’s Gertie Mae doing? Is that Bessie’s dog? I hope Gertie Mae isn’t trying to catch him. He’ll bite her for sure. Run Coco. I wonder if Bessie knows he’s gone. Thank goodness he got away and there he goes out the back door. Good thing I left that open.
A Tale of Two Rivers – Coco
Coco hid under a booth in the café, listening to Gertie Mae prying information from the town folk about the bone found near the new library. He had to find out if the bone belonged to who he thought it did. If it did… well, that would change everything.
Suddenly, the old hussy bent down and made eye contact with the tiny Chihuahua.
Drats! Busted!
Before Gertie Mae could grab him, Coco snapped at her, sprinted from the booth, through the kitchen and out the open door to the dark alley.
That was too close, Coco thought to himself as he made the two-block walk (which felt like miles to a size-challenged Chihuahua) back to Bessie’s house before the crone woke and noticed her favorite pet missing.
A Tale of Two Rivers – Gertie Mae Gillespie
Got my revolver out and I’m getting it all cleaned up and ready for action. Speaking of action, ol’ Gertie Mae could use a little action herself. Wonder what that handsome Haurvatat’s doing this evening? He sure does keep to himself a lot. Gotta see if I can’t loosen that studly muffin up a little bit.
Did you hear a bone’s been found? Yep, it’s a human bone, too. Think I’ll toddle on over to the Cafe and see what’s going on over there. You jest don’t know what you gonna hear in that place.
Tale of Two Rivers – Flo
Things in Two Rivers have been quiet. That is until lately. A few weeks ago, there was some kinda commotion going on at the construction site of the new library. I was taking out the trash from the morning rush and spotted a crowd gathering. I had to wait until the breakfast crowd thinned out to take a walk over.
The rumors spreading were they had dug up a bone, a human bone. I had to see for myself. It looked human. It didn’t look at all like the bones I throw out at night for the towns strays. Some of those end up buried other places in town and not behind the Café.
In all the time I have lived here, I have never been afraid. I’m alone in the Café a lot at night and some nice nights I walk home alone. I’ve heard some of our neighbors have deep, dark secrets but I always thought Two Rivers was a peaceful little town. Well, after chatting with some of the town neighbors and listening to the gossip from some of my customers, I’ve decided it’s time for me to start packin’ heat. I consulted Two Rivers’ resident expert on guns, Gertie Mae Gillespie. She has carried a gun for a long time. Gertie Mae filled me in on everything she knew and then took me shopping. I’m the proud owner of a Colt 45 almost as nice as Gertie Mae’s. Now I’m ready for that good lookin’ deputy to snuggle up real close behind me and teach me how to use it.
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