with Sara still sick and a long list of things to do, she felt frantic at the prospect of another trip to town.
âMom, Iâd love to help, but I just canât drive you today.â
âI could drive myself. I have a license.â
This was news to Lucy. âYou do? Dad always drove.â
âHe did, but I never let my license expire. Iâve been out a few times and Iâve done quite well.â
âIn the city?â Lucy was incredulous.
âOnly around the neighborhood, but Iâm sure I could manage these roads. There isnât much traffic.â
âOkay,â Lucy agreed. She certainly wasnât going to discourage her. In fact, new possibilities were opening before her. âWould you mind picking up a few things for me?â
Lucy watched as her mother drove the Subaru very cautiously down the long driveway. As she turned out onto the road a large egg truck swerved to avoid her, narrowly missing a collision, but she continued on her way. Lucy wasnât sure if her mother had noticed or not. She sighed. There was nothing she could do now except send up a quick prayer and keep her fingers crossed. She poured herself a second cup of coffee and sat down with the morning paper. She wanted to find a kitten for the kids to replace poor Patches, so she turned to the classifieds.
The first ad she saw read âKute, Kuddly, Kristmas Kittens.â Lucy chuckled and dialed the number, but the woman who answered told her that the kittens were all gone. She hung up and turned back to the paper to check the next ad. âFree to a good home,â it read. âPretty Calico Kittens.â
âIâm calling about the kittens,â began Lucy when the woman answered.
âWe do have some kittens,â the voice admitted cautiously. âBut we want to make sure theyâll be well taken care of.â
âWeâve had lots of cats. Weâre very experienced cat owners, and I can promise weâll take good care of the kitten,â Lucy promised.
âHow many cats do you have?â inquired the voice.
âNone at the moment,â Lucy confessed. âOur last cat was killed. . . .â The moment she said it she realized her mistake. She should have said âdied of old age,â but she continued, hoping to convince the kitten owner that she was not a kitten abuser. âOur children have been very upset. They miss old Patches very much, and I was hoping to give them a new kitten for Christmas.â
âYou have children?â The voice was shocked. âIâm sorry, but our kittens are not used to children. Good-bye.â
Lucy tapped her fingers on the table and looked at the next ad. She scratched her head thoughtfully and thought about Culpepperâs ad in Modern Mercenary magazine. Someone had read those ads looking for a hit man to kill Sam Miller just as she had gone through the ads looking for a kitten. When she didnât get a satisfactory response, she just went on to the next ad. And whoever had called Culpepper had probably just gone on to the next ad when heâd refused the job.
Lucy dialed the next number. She heard the phone ring six times and was about to hang up when she heard the receiver being picked up. She could hear a baby crying in the background.
âHello?â
âHi,â piped a childâs voice.
âCan I speak to your mommy?â
âOkay.â There was a long silence. Lucy thought of the times sheâd found the receiver lying on the counter, the caller forgotten, as some distraction interrupted Sara or Elizabeth as they searched for her.
âHello?â said a grown-up voice.
âIâm calling about the kittens,â Lucy said.
âHow many do you want?â
âJust one.â
âHow about two? Two are definitely more fun than one.â
âTwo would cause fights,â said Lucy, suddenly overcome with Christmas spirit. âDo you have
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