6
A LITTLE INSULTED
“There’s my Little Duck! Louis told me all about your troubles this weekend. You poor little soul. Those vampire try, but they ain’t me. Now, come on in my house and let me take good care of you.” Charlene bustles over to me from the stove, a tall, steaming to-go mug in one hand. She hands me the shiny mug and the coffee aroma hits me when I wrap my fingers around it. I nearly groan with happiness when I take a large sip. Charlene and Jo laugh. Charlene looks me up and down and nods her head once, as if satisfied with what she sees. “Little Duck, I fixed you a yogurt parfait like we talked about for your breakfast. And I already made up a box lunch so you don’t have to worry about that.” She pats my shoulder.
I don’t know if she’s a hugger or not, so I just smile at
