door of the study. Opening the door she was greeted by Taylor and his friends sprawled around the room.
“Hey Cat,” Jonathen said as the others looked on.
“Hey guys, what’s up? Can’t sleep either, huh? That was a great game tonight by the way. Kept us on the edge of our seats! That’s for sure!” Cat quipped causing the group to laugh. “So where are the females? Or is this a boy’s night in?”
“We’re just unwinding. Letting off some steam. Did we wake you?” Devin asked.
“No, I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d find a boring book and see if that would do the trick.”
“I find hot cocoa puts me under,” Devin stated, blushing when everyone stared at him. “Hot cocoa is a manly drink! My dad drinks it,” he said defensively.
“Taylor likes cocoa too,” Cat said with a mischievous grin as Taylor gave her an exasperated look.
“What? Anyway, I guess I’ll just pick out my book and leave you boys alone to have your secret meeting.”
“This is a team meeting,” Taylor corrected her.
“So where’s the rest of the team then? At least where’s Ryan, your star running back?” she asked as everyone looked at Jonathen for the answer. She felt confused, why is everyone looking at him. Did I say something wrong? She thought.
“Here,” Taylor said grabbing a book off the shelf, “Read this, if it doesn’t put you to sleep, nothing will.” He pushed the book into Cat’s hands and then firmly steered her to the door, closing it behind her.
“How rude, I didn’t even get to say goodnight,” Cat muttered as she climbed the stairs.
6
The Purple Door
Peering through her living room curtains, Maude watched as a little purple Volkswagen sputtered into her neighbor’s driveway. “Albert you should see who just pulled in to the Colvin’s. She looks like a hippie. Remember them?” When he failed to answer, she left her post and smacked him with a rolled up newspaper.
“Ow, what was that for?” Albert whined, rubbing his head.
“For not listening! I swear, drug dealing hippies are in our neighborhood and you could care less!” She snapped and resumed her post at the window.
“Get away from there. It’s none of your business who comes and goes in the neighborhood. Remember last year?” he blurted out.
“I don’t like your tone, Albert Roberts. Besides I only did it for the common good of the neighborhood. How was I supposed to know that those garbage men weren’t running a money laundering scheme out of their garbage truck? Now come over here and see her when she comes out. Oh look, she and Catherine are coming out of the house now! Hurry, Albert!” Albert turned the page of his newspaper, acting as if he hadn’t heard her.
“Oh, well that’s just great! Come on Fredricka, I guess the fate of the neighborhood rests in our hands. Be a good girl and stand still for mommy so I can put on your leash. No, you can’t stay with daddy. Come on, before they get away!” she demanded as Fredricka laid down, refusing to budge. Ignoring Fredricka’s wine of protest, Maude dragged her across the room. Opening the door, she pulled her outside. “Yoo-hoo, Catherine! Where are you off to so early on a Saturday?” she called out, her voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
“Oh, hi Mrs. Roberts. I’m just going out. How is Mr. Roberts?” Cat asked changing the subject.
“Oh he’s fine, I’m just taking little Fredricka out for a wee wee,” she replied. Cat held in her laugh as Fredricka lay down and exposed her belly. “Fredricka, you don’t do that in public! Have you no shame?” she chastised. The poodle ignored her.
“Where are my manners? Mrs. Roberts, this is my teacher, Miss Amaya.”
“Namaste,” Miss Amaya said smiling at Maude.
“Glad to meet you. Cat how does she teach if she doesn’t speak English?” Maude asked.
“I speak English. In fact I’m a native of Covington County,” she answered before Cat could respond.
“Then what was that
“Hey Cat,” Jonathen said as the others looked on.
“Hey guys, what’s up? Can’t sleep either, huh? That was a great game tonight by the way. Kept us on the edge of our seats! That’s for sure!” Cat quipped causing the group to laugh. “So where are the females? Or is this a boy’s night in?”
“We’re just unwinding. Letting off some steam. Did we wake you?” Devin asked.
“No, I couldn’t sleep. I thought I’d find a boring book and see if that would do the trick.”
“I find hot cocoa puts me under,” Devin stated, blushing when everyone stared at him. “Hot cocoa is a manly drink! My dad drinks it,” he said defensively.
“Taylor likes cocoa too,” Cat said with a mischievous grin as Taylor gave her an exasperated look.
“What? Anyway, I guess I’ll just pick out my book and leave you boys alone to have your secret meeting.”
“This is a team meeting,” Taylor corrected her.
“So where’s the rest of the team then? At least where’s Ryan, your star running back?” she asked as everyone looked at Jonathen for the answer. She felt confused, why is everyone looking at him. Did I say something wrong? She thought.
“Here,” Taylor said grabbing a book off the shelf, “Read this, if it doesn’t put you to sleep, nothing will.” He pushed the book into Cat’s hands and then firmly steered her to the door, closing it behind her.
“How rude, I didn’t even get to say goodnight,” Cat muttered as she climbed the stairs.
6
The Purple Door
Peering through her living room curtains, Maude watched as a little purple Volkswagen sputtered into her neighbor’s driveway. “Albert you should see who just pulled in to the Colvin’s. She looks like a hippie. Remember them?” When he failed to answer, she left her post and smacked him with a rolled up newspaper.
“Ow, what was that for?” Albert whined, rubbing his head.
“For not listening! I swear, drug dealing hippies are in our neighborhood and you could care less!” She snapped and resumed her post at the window.
“Get away from there. It’s none of your business who comes and goes in the neighborhood. Remember last year?” he blurted out.
“I don’t like your tone, Albert Roberts. Besides I only did it for the common good of the neighborhood. How was I supposed to know that those garbage men weren’t running a money laundering scheme out of their garbage truck? Now come over here and see her when she comes out. Oh look, she and Catherine are coming out of the house now! Hurry, Albert!” Albert turned the page of his newspaper, acting as if he hadn’t heard her.
“Oh, well that’s just great! Come on Fredricka, I guess the fate of the neighborhood rests in our hands. Be a good girl and stand still for mommy so I can put on your leash. No, you can’t stay with daddy. Come on, before they get away!” she demanded as Fredricka laid down, refusing to budge. Ignoring Fredricka’s wine of protest, Maude dragged her across the room. Opening the door, she pulled her outside. “Yoo-hoo, Catherine! Where are you off to so early on a Saturday?” she called out, her voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard.
“Oh, hi Mrs. Roberts. I’m just going out. How is Mr. Roberts?” Cat asked changing the subject.
“Oh he’s fine, I’m just taking little Fredricka out for a wee wee,” she replied. Cat held in her laugh as Fredricka lay down and exposed her belly. “Fredricka, you don’t do that in public! Have you no shame?” she chastised. The poodle ignored her.
“Where are my manners? Mrs. Roberts, this is my teacher, Miss Amaya.”
“Namaste,” Miss Amaya said smiling at Maude.
“Glad to meet you. Cat how does she teach if she doesn’t speak English?” Maude asked.
“I speak English. In fact I’m a native of Covington County,” she answered before Cat could respond.
“Then what was that
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