when she suddenly realized she had to go right then! There was no way sheâd make it home. She tried straddling the crossbar of her bike, but that didnât help, and then, all of a sudden, she panicked and just couldnât possibly hold it anymore. Sheâd never forget the warm sensation trickling down her legs, soaking her pants. Sheâd been utterly humiliated . . . and then the situation had gotten worse! A family she knew stopped next to her in their car to see whether she needed a ride home. âNo, thank you,â sheâd said nonchalantly, praying they wouldnât notice her wet pants.
Why did she always remember the awful moments? She looked around desperately, and finally hurried into the scrubby pine underbrush, dropped her shorts, her eyes filling with tears of relief. What a sight I must beâa sixty-five-year-old woman crouching in the woods with my big butt waving in the wind . . . and if anyone comes along, thereâs no way I can put the brakes on! Just then, she heard voices and her heart started to pound. âOh, Lord, please donât let them see me . . . and please donât let me have a heart attack in this position!â
C HAPTER 19
S ailor rinsed out the wine bottles and began washing the dessert plates and glasses. She didnât usually leave dishes in the sink overnight, but after her sisters had left, sheâd been too tired to deal with them. She looked out the kitchen windowâit was another beautiful spring day and she was anxious to get out in the gardens and figure out what plants were there. But she still had so much to do inside, not to mention she needed to go food shopping.
She dried her hands, popped a stale chocolate Munchkin in her mouth, and washed it down with the last of the cold coffee. Then she looked around for a pencil and a scrap piece of paper. She didnât find either but when she opened the fridge, she realized she didnât need a list because she needed everything . She looked at her phoneâit was 9:15 . . . and it was Saturday, so sheâd better just skip her shower and go right to the store or sheâd be there at the same time as the thundering herd.
Twenty minutes later, she turned into the Birdwatcherâs General Store parking lot. On her way down Route 6, sheâd remembered she wanted to get a bird feeder and some seed for her new yard and sheâd decided she should do it before she went food shopping. She climbed out of her car and stepped onto the porch of the long gray building.
âHey, Mike,â she said when she saw the owner standing behind the counter.
âHi!â Mike said jovially, giving her a little wave.
Sailor knew he didnât know who she was, but that was okayâhe was really a friend of Birdieâs. For many years, Birdie had led guided bird tours on the beaches and marshes of Cape Cod for the Massachusetts Audubon, and sheâd even stayed at the famous Outermost House before it washed away in the winter hurricane of 1978 that buried all of New England in snow, so Birdieâs and Mikeâs paths had crossed many times over the years, and Birdie always sent bird lovers to his store.
Sailor had been in the store countless times, by herself and with Birdie (in fact, it was the perfect place to find gifts for her bird-loving sister)âwhich reminded herâshe needed to get a gift for Birdieâs birthday too! She headed across the worn wooden floor in the direction of the bird feeders. There were so many from which to chooseâtube feeders, house feeders, shelf feeders, suet feeders, window feeders, and feeders specifically designed to stymie the efforts of squirrels and raccoonsâfeeders with perches that dropped when something heavy was on them; feeders in cages; and posts with baffles. There was even a video playing on a loop in the back of the store of a squirrel hanging on for dear life with his hind feet while his little arms were stretched
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