Page 29 of A Cozy Christmas Blizzard
“He did what?” LaVonne asked, bringing her back to the present.
“Wynn did,” she elaborated. “He rode the carousel with me.”
“Until two in the morning?”
“No, before dinner. Afterward, we walked along the waterfront, then had a glass of wine. We started walking again and finally stopped for coffee at an all-night diner and talked some more.” He seemed to want to know all about her, but in retrospect she noticed that he’d said very little about himself.
“Good grief,” LaVonne muttered, shaking her head, “what could you possibly talk about for so long?”
“That’s just it,” K.O. said. “We couldn’tstoptalking.” And it was even more difficult to stop kissing and to say good-night once they’d reached her condo. Because there was so much more to say, they’d agreed to meet for coffee at the French Café at nine.
LaVonne had apparently remembered that Katherine didn’thave any coffee yet and filled her mug. “Just black,” K.O. told her, needing a shot of unadulterated caffeine. “Thanks.
“Why were you waiting up for me?” she asked after her first bracing sip of coffee. Then and only then did her brain clear, and she understood that LaVonne must have something important on her mind.
“You wrote that fantastic Christmas letter for me,” her neighbor reminded her.
“I did a good job, didn’t I?” she said.
“Oh, yes, a good job all right.” LaVonne frowned. “I liked it so much, I mailed it right away.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
“Well...” LaVonne sat down in the chair across from K.O. “It was such a relief to have something clever and... and exciting to tell everyone,” LaVonne said, “especially my college friends.”
So far, K.O. didn’t see any problem at all. She nodded, encouraging her friend to get to the point.
LaVonne’s shoulders sagged. “If only I’d waited,” she moaned. “If only I’d picked up my own mail first.”
“There was something in the mail?”
LaVonne nodded. “I got a card and a Christmas letter from Peggy Solomon. She was the president of my college sorority and about as uppity as they come. She married her college boyfriend, a banker’s son. She had two perfect children and lives a life of luxury. She said she’s looking forward to seeing me at our next reunion.” There was a moment of stricken silence. “Peggy’s organizing it, and she included the invitation with her card.”
“That’s bad?”
“Yes,” LaVonne wailed. “It’s bad. How am I supposed to show up at my forty-year college reunion, which happens tobe in June, without a man? Especiallynow. Because of my Christmas letter, everyone in my entire class will think I’ve got more men than I know what to do with.”
“LaVonne, you might meet someone before then.”
“If I haven’t met a man in the last forty years, what makes you think I will in the next six months?”
“Couldn’t you say it’s such a tricky balancing act you don’t dare bring any of them?”
LaVonne glared at her. “Everyone’ll figure out that it’s all a lie.” She closed her eyes. “And if they don’t, Peggy’s going to make sure she tells them.”
Another idea struck K.O. “What about your psychic powers? Why don’t you go check out the litter box again?” On second thought, maybe that wasn’t such a great idea.
“Don’t you think I would if I could?” she cried, becoming ever more agitated. “But I don’t see anything about myself. Trust me, I’ve tried. So far, all my insights have been about you and Wynn. A lot of good my newfound talent has doneme. You’re being romanced night and day, and I’ve just made a complete fool of myself.”
“LaVonne...”
“Even my cats are upset with me.”
“Tom, Phillip and Martin?” K.O. had never understood why her neighbor couldn’t name her feline companions regular cat names like Fluffy or Tiger.
“They thinkI’mupset withthem. They’re all hiding from me, and that’s never happened before.”
K.O. felt guilty, but she couldn’t have known about the college reunion, any more than LaVonne did. “I’m sure everything will work out for the best,” she murmured. She wished she had more than a platitude to offer, but she didn’t.
