Blood From a Stone

Blood From a Stone by Cynthia Lucas

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    S asha r a i sed her e y eb r o w s. “ U h huh.  T ha t’ s w hat t hey a l l sa y . A t l east y ou d i dn ’ t s l eep w it h h i m .” S he paused. “ D i d y ou? I w as sno ri ng be f o r e t he m o v i e e v en g ot s t a rt ed.” S he duc k ed, l au g h i ng p l a y f u ll y as W ill ow s l apped th e back of her head.
    “ S t op it ! I k now y ou d i dn ’t . N ow g et o u t …I ha v e t o pee.” S asha l au g hed a g a i n as she pushed W ill ow out t he door and s l a mm ed it .
    W ill ow w a l k ed t o t he k it chen t o put on a fr esh pot of co ff ee. S he pu ll ed back t he b li nds and pee r ed out a t t he sno w - co v e r ed s tr ee t s, w h i ch w e r e bu ri ed under at l east a f oot and a ha l f of sno w .
    S he w onde r ed how S a m son had g o tt en ho m e or w he r e v er he ’ d g one.  S he sh r u gg ed and pu ll ed her s w e a t er ti g h t er a r ound he r . O h, w e ll . I t w asn ’ t her p r ob l em she su p posed, a lt hou g h she cou l dn ’ t he l p but w onder and m a y be w o rr y a littl e. S he ba r e l y k new h i m , but he had g o n e out of h i s w ay f or t he m , seen t hem sa f e l y ho m e and s t a y ed t he r e at her house. A nd w ho cou l dn ’ t f a l l f or h i s s m il e… t hose b l ue e y es…h i s s m a r t ass sense of hu m o r . S he had t o ad m i t t he r e w as so m e t h i ng about h i m t hat m ade her ho l d on t o a s m a l l hope t hat he w ou l d i ndeed ca l l her f or t hat cup of co ff ee.
    B ut f or now she had t o w o rr y about g oing t o g et t o her ca r . T he c it y w o r k e r s w ou l d be out soon, and hop e full y by m i d - a ft e r noon t he y ’ d ha v e t he s tr ee t s c l ea r ed enou g h so she cou l d ca t ch a t axi back t o V e l v et t o p i ck i t up and t hen head t o w o r k .
    S he f e l t w a r m b r ea t h on her k nee and l oo k ed do w n t o see F i do or w ha t e v er h i s na m e w as,  w a gg i ng h i s t a i l and ac ti ng li k e he needed t o g o ou t . S he opened t he ba c k door and he r o m ped out i n t o t he sno w - co v e r ed y a r d and happ i l y d i d h i s bus i ness and ca m e back i n a f ew m i nu t es l a t e r . H e ce rt a i n l y d i dn ’ t act li k e a co m p l e t e s tr a y . H e m us t’ v e been s o m eone ’ s pet at one ti m e and e it her g ot abandoned or l os t . T he t hou g ht m ade her sad, but at l east he w as he r e no w , w a r m a n d f ed.
    S asha e m e r g ed fr om t he ba t h r oo m .
    “ T he r e ’ s a g ood f oot and a ha l f of snow out t he r e. Y ou k now t hat ri g h t ? T he r e ’ s no w ay he cau g ht a cab.”

W ill ow sh r u gg ed.
    “I dunno. I g uess he m us t’ v e w a l k ed.”
    “ D a m n g irl . What d i d y ou do t o h i m t o m a k e h i m w ant t o escape t hat bad?” S asha l au g he d.
    W ill ow shot her a g l a r e.
    “I w il l ha v e y ou k now I d i d not do an y t h i ng t o h i m , except g i v e h i m a b l an k et and f a l l as l eep ! ”
    “ A h, w e ll . Ma y be t ha t’ s w hy he t ook of f .” S asha t ook a g u l p of her co ff ee and r a i sed her e y eb r o w s.
    “ H a. H a. Y ou a r e a r eal co m ed i an t h i s m o r n i n g , a r en ’ t y ou,” W ill ow sa i d d r y l y .
    B ut t hen a g a i n, m a y be S asha w as ri g ht and he w asn ’ t i n t e r es t ed i n her any f u rt he r . E it her w ay she need e d t o g et her m i nd o f f it . S he s w a ll o w ed do w n t he l ast s i ps of her co ff ee and headed do w n t he ha l l t o t he w a r m t h of t he sho w e r .
     
     
     
    W ar m t h. H e cou l d a l m ost f eel t he w ar m th of t he b l anket she ‘ d l oaned h i m f or t he n i ght r i ght no w . I t had s m e ll ed f a i n tl y of her per f u m e.
    S a m son w a l k ed t h r ou g h t he m o r n i ng chill , h i s b r ea t h b ill o w i ng out i n hu g e s t ea m y  c l ouds as he p l odded b ack t o w a r d do w n t o w n.
    H e ba r e l y f e l t t he fr ee z i ng a i r as he w a

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