Thursday came no matter how much Britta dreaded it. Her tabby cat wound his way around her legs, purring. “Norman, I wish you could go to the board meeting for me.” She rubbed behind his ears, and Norman mewed. Whenever she thought of Armand’s allergic reaction to her cat, she cringed. “I wonder if Milo likes cats,” she said, but then shook her head. Every time she turned around, her thoughts were connecting with Milo, wondering what he would think of a song she heard on the radio, or the books she’d just ordered for the library.
Britta resolved to stay focused and get through the day. She set up for the board meeting, pushing out every thought of Milo and creating more checklists of things that needed to be done before the Harvest Hurrah. Norman mewed, and Britta pursed her lips together
