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Copyright © 2003 Anne Bishop. Used with permission.
Tweedle Dee was a terrific companion, but he was a lousy navigator,
which is why we ended up in Georgia on our way to South Carolina.
It was late in the afternoon when, shaky and finally admitting
that we were very very lost, I passed a white corn silo with
the words "ain't going nowhere and don't want to" painted
on it. It made me smile and gave my heart a little lift. I was
still smiling when I drove into Mossy Creek and found a place
to park near Mama's All You Can Eat Cafe.
I got out of the car, not sure if my leg muscles were going
to stretch all the way after driving for so long, and looked
around. The town square was an enticing bit of green, and I spotted
a bench. Now if Mama's provided takeout, I'd be all set. I'd
been living on takeout since we'd left Nadine's simply because
it was a whole lot warmer down south at that time of year than
it was in western New York, and I couldn't leave Tweedle Dee
locked in the car while I went inside someplace to eat. I had
these horrible visions of coming out after an hour and finding
baked budgie. But I really needed to eat, so I went inside, hoping
I could get something to go.
I could, and did, along with a large Coke for me, a small cup
of water for Tweedle, and a copy of The Mossy Creek Gazette.
As I stared at the passenger door while Tweedle Dee made his cht
cht cht scoldy noise because I was doing nothing when
I obviously should have been doing something, I realized
I had a slight problem.
“Need a hand?” a male voice asked
That was exactly what I needed, but there I was, feeling limp
and looking wilted, and there he was, wearing that nice uniform
with a badge pinned on it.
“Umm...”
“The square's a nice place to have a bite to eat.”
“That's what I thought,” I muttered.
cht cht cht!
“Doesn't sound like he wants to be left behind.” There
was laughter in that voice.
I sighed quietly, handed over the food and the Gazette, got
Tweedle Dee out of the car, and followed the officer to the bench
in the square, with Tweedle chirping at the top of his little
lungs to let the whole town know he had arrived.
I put Tweedle's cage on the bench, took my lunch and paper from
the nice officer, and set that on the bench too.
Feeling awkward, I smiled at the man who was still watching
me. “Thanks for your help, officer.”
“Chief, actually,” he said. “I'm Amos Royden,
Chief of Police here in Mossy Creek.” He looked at me expectantly.
“I'm Laurie Grey.”
cht cht cht!
“And that's Tweedle Dee.”
I thought I detected a twinkle in Chief Royden's eyes as he
said, “Hey, Tweedle Dee.”
Tweedle hopped from perch to bars, studied the man who was studying
him, and said, “Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dee, Tweedle Dee is
me.” Then the scolding started in earnest.
“Hush!"” I said sternly. "“You'll
get your french fry.”
Yep, there was a definite twinkle in those eyes. The man probably
thought I was a lunatic. Or, at the very least, eccentric. Couldn't
blame him. Right about then, I was wondering about me too.
“Welcome to Mossy Creek, Ms. Grey,” Chief Royden
said. “Hope you enjoy your visit.”
“I'm sure I will,” I replied, trying a smile I hoped
made me look like a normal person.
I breathed a sigh of relief when he went away, then settled
down to my meal. Before Tweedle could start up again and possibly
get us arrested for disturbing the peace, I broke open a french
fry, blew on it to cool it off so he wouldn't burn his tongue,
and slipped it into the treat dish.
As we ate, I looked around--and felt the tightly coiled tension
inside me ease.
Have you ever gone to a place you'd never been before and recognized,
on some level, that you'd come home? As I looked around, that's
what occurred to me. I'd come home.
I opened the Gazette and began scanning the pages for
an ad for a bed and breakfast or an inn or someplace I could
stay that wouldn't object to my having a fluffy blue roommate.
Sometimes Fate just takes you by the hand. I did find an ad
for the Hamilton Inn, but I also found a small notice about a
cottage for rent, fully furnished. The notice said to call Mac
Campbell and gave a phone number. I flipped back to the front
page to check the paper's date. Today. Maybe...
I stuffed the debris from our meal into a nearby trash receptacle,
grabbed the paper and Tweedle Dee, stuffed him back
in the car, then went into the cafe to use the pay phone. Yes,
the cottage was still available, and Mac Campbell would meet
me in an hour to take me over and show me the place.
I had an hour to kill, so I retrieved Tweedle Dee, tossed the
paper in the car, and the two of us took a stroll. So what if
people noticed that I was walking down Main Street carrying a
budgie in a cage? I'd just be that eccentric Yankee.
Well, people did notice--hard not to with Tweedle happily
chirping at the whole world. I just hadn't been in town long
enough to realize that little stroll had pretty much assured
my welcome in the Mossy Creek community.
