casket with Mona at his side. She grabbed his shoulder.
“Now see don’t you think she should have been worn pastel teal blue or pink?” He shook his head yes. And turned running toward the nearest exit.
The drive to the cemetery was uneventful. The procession consisted of the hearse a van with the flowers and about ten cars. There wasn’t a family car. Mona and I waited for everyone to settle around the grave. The rain started to drizzle, we got out of the Blazer and Mona popped her hot pink umbrella open and me my black umbrella. We were standing at the back of the crowd looking around for Marty when I noticed Mona nudging her way to the front. Her pink umbrella blocked the view of most. Some guy from the back yelled.
“Close that damn pink umbrella.”
Mona turned on her heel. “Are you talking to me?”
“That’s right sister.” A young man in a black suit yelled out.
Mona stomped toward the back of the crowd pushing people aside making a path. She closed the umbrella. She looked in his face. “As you wish sir.”
With the closed umbrella she started hitting the guy over the head. The mans hands were covering his head. He managed to take the umbrella from Mona’s hand and cracked it over his knee. Threw it on the ground and walked away.
Mona picked up the broken umbrella. Stuck it under her arm and walked toward the Blazer with her stiletto heels digging in the wet ground..
In the distance the minister was ending the service. “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.”
FIFTEEN
Dusk was settling in when we reached the apartment. Mona took off her stilettos and made her way up the stairs. I followed with my heels in hand. Bailey was pacing when we walked in. I put on my running shoes.
“I have to run Bailey to the park. I’ll be right back.” I took the leash from the hook, leashed up Bailey and started down the stairs. I stopped in my tracks, turned and went back in the apartment.
“What’s up?”
“I think I’ll take my Glock.” I fished my Glock from the bottom of my bag and slid the it in my waist band and headed down the stairs. It was raining as Bailey and I ran the distance to the park. The usual crowd of pet owners was thinning out. Bailey and I had the park to ourselves. I unhooked Bailey. He did his hike and poop and I hooked him back up. A Jeep was setting at the edge of the park. I couldn’t see who, if any one was in it. But it made me feel uneasy. Bailey and I jogged past the Jeep but still couldn’t see the occupant through the rain drenched windshield. We continued our jog straight to the apartment. The Jeep gave me the heebee jeebees.
I poked my head in the apartment door and asked Mona to toss a towel out for me to dry off Bailey. Bailey shook his body giving me a shower.
“Bailey,” I yelled turning my head away from the shower.
Mona tossed me a towel and I began to dry off Bailey.
Miss Jones poked her head out the door. “What’s all the noise about?”
“It’s just me Miss Jones. Bailey is shaking water all over me.” I said while trying to dry him off.
“Get him inside. This hallway smells like a wet dog.” She finished her gripping as she closed her apartment door.
I got Bailey settled in, filled his water and food bowl. He gobbled down his food and washed it down with the fresh water. He plopped himself on the large dog pillow in the living room. I was getting out of my clothes and putting on a robe when I heard the door bell ring.
“Mona, can you get the door?”
“Who’s there?” she asked.
“Flower delivery.”
“Sure that’s what they always say when they are about to kill you.” She mumbled.
Mona cracked the door enough to see a young man holding a dozen red roses.
“I have flowers for Tiffany .” He said holding back from the
“Now see don’t you think she should have been worn pastel teal blue or pink?” He shook his head yes. And turned running toward the nearest exit.
The drive to the cemetery was uneventful. The procession consisted of the hearse a van with the flowers and about ten cars. There wasn’t a family car. Mona and I waited for everyone to settle around the grave. The rain started to drizzle, we got out of the Blazer and Mona popped her hot pink umbrella open and me my black umbrella. We were standing at the back of the crowd looking around for Marty when I noticed Mona nudging her way to the front. Her pink umbrella blocked the view of most. Some guy from the back yelled.
“Close that damn pink umbrella.”
Mona turned on her heel. “Are you talking to me?”
“That’s right sister.” A young man in a black suit yelled out.
Mona stomped toward the back of the crowd pushing people aside making a path. She closed the umbrella. She looked in his face. “As you wish sir.”
With the closed umbrella she started hitting the guy over the head. The mans hands were covering his head. He managed to take the umbrella from Mona’s hand and cracked it over his knee. Threw it on the ground and walked away.
Mona picked up the broken umbrella. Stuck it under her arm and walked toward the Blazer with her stiletto heels digging in the wet ground..
In the distance the minister was ending the service. “Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.”
FIFTEEN
Dusk was settling in when we reached the apartment. Mona took off her stilettos and made her way up the stairs. I followed with my heels in hand. Bailey was pacing when we walked in. I put on my running shoes.
“I have to run Bailey to the park. I’ll be right back.” I took the leash from the hook, leashed up Bailey and started down the stairs. I stopped in my tracks, turned and went back in the apartment.
“What’s up?”
“I think I’ll take my Glock.” I fished my Glock from the bottom of my bag and slid the it in my waist band and headed down the stairs. It was raining as Bailey and I ran the distance to the park. The usual crowd of pet owners was thinning out. Bailey and I had the park to ourselves. I unhooked Bailey. He did his hike and poop and I hooked him back up. A Jeep was setting at the edge of the park. I couldn’t see who, if any one was in it. But it made me feel uneasy. Bailey and I jogged past the Jeep but still couldn’t see the occupant through the rain drenched windshield. We continued our jog straight to the apartment. The Jeep gave me the heebee jeebees.
I poked my head in the apartment door and asked Mona to toss a towel out for me to dry off Bailey. Bailey shook his body giving me a shower.
“Bailey,” I yelled turning my head away from the shower.
Mona tossed me a towel and I began to dry off Bailey.
Miss Jones poked her head out the door. “What’s all the noise about?”
“It’s just me Miss Jones. Bailey is shaking water all over me.” I said while trying to dry him off.
“Get him inside. This hallway smells like a wet dog.” She finished her gripping as she closed her apartment door.
I got Bailey settled in, filled his water and food bowl. He gobbled down his food and washed it down with the fresh water. He plopped himself on the large dog pillow in the living room. I was getting out of my clothes and putting on a robe when I heard the door bell ring.
“Mona, can you get the door?”
“Who’s there?” she asked.
“Flower delivery.”
“Sure that’s what they always say when they are about to kill you.” She mumbled.
Mona cracked the door enough to see a young man holding a dozen red roses.
“I have flowers for Tiffany .” He said holding back from the
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