The berries were big this year. Best get them before the wildlife does. The blueberry bushes were shaded by a few trees, so it wasn’t quite as hot in there. And it was good therapy. Maybe if I picked too many, I’d fall in and be berried to death. Katie always told me I was too berried in my work! Good God, is this what I’ve come to? Bad puns? I really need a vacation.
I’d picked over a quart of berries when I heard behind me, “Look what the cat dragged in!”
I stood and turned around to see one of the locals that I’d played with as a kid.
“Sally!” I gave her a hug. She was always so perky.
“I knew that must be your car in your grandma’s driveway,” she said. “You look so well!”
It’s amazing what you can disguise when you put your mind to it.
“So do you! How’s the family?” She was the o
