Chapter 5
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He came back a couple days later to fix the ceiling. He had called to ask her what color she wanted the ceiling so it would all match when he was finished. He did surprised her with robin’s egg blue. He painted the entire kitchen ceiling so that it blended in perfectly with the decor. She paid him extra for the extraordinary
job he had done. It rained for the next few weeks after Garret fixed the roof.
One day when it was still raining she went out on her back porch and there was a tiny black, wet ball of fur. She went closer and touched it. It meowed mournfully. Aurora’s heart ached for the poor creature. She took it inside and cleaned it up, fed it some warm cream. She held it until it fell asleep in her arms. She carried the kitten to bed and it slept the entire night.
The next morning she woke up to its purring loudly and l*****g her ear. To her surprise it was a beautiful grey with creamy white paws and a pink nose. It had amber eyes the color of a burning flame. It was such a fluff ball. She really had to think hard about what to call it.
She gave it some of her sausage at breakfast. “I’ll have to get you some kitten chow.” She said as she finished her coffee and her last bite of Eggs Benedict. She rinsed her favorite sunflower yellow coffee mug and plate in the kitchen sink.
She got dressed in plaid slacks, rain boots and a burnt orange cardigan.
She donned her rain coat, grabbed her umbrella and purse. She waved to her neighbors as they peaked out their windows.
She walked passed the Abbey and waved to the nuns walking up and down the halls of the Abbey as she passed by. She walked passed the new Adora Spa. She turned right towards The Mayfair Marketplace. She asked the grocer, Mr. Tucci if he had any kitten chow. He apologized and said that he didn’t.
He also directed her to the nearest pet store on Oliver st. across from the Edelweiss Flower Shoppe. He pointed in the direction that she should go. He knew the owners. “Mr. and Mrs. Artisman, They are good peoples.” He said. She thanked him and made her way to Oliver st. just four streets over.
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