Early Monday morning, not long after the sun began to come up, twinkling off of the frozen snow on the ground and creating a myriad of diamonds, Brady found himself all alone in the park, the same one in which he’d chased Pooch just a few days ago. This time, he was here for work, but he was glad to have a few moments to sit on a bench and reflect. It wasn’t the same bench where Mrs. Snow had captured the furry thief, but that one was within eyesight. Instead, Brady had chosen a bench nearer to a copse of cedar trees, an idea in the back of his mind trying to bring itself together, to form into something coherent. It was there--it just wasn’t ready to articulate itself yet.
This was his process. Sitting alone in the quiet, often in the morning or at dusk, taking in nature, and letting his mind work. He’d gone over all of the reports from Mr. Jenkins in the past couple of days, and he could see several items that needed to be addressed more urgently than the parking lot down the street. One of them was the lack of holiday events sponsored by the town. For a place named Holiday Hills, there were surprisingly very few Christmas activities. He had made a mental note to speak to Mr. Jenkins about it when he met with him for lunch, later that day. At the moment, he was trying to figure out what it was about this particular part of the park that had drawn him in. He’d come here seeking nature on his way to evaluate a building the city owned on the edge of the downtown shopping district, but now, he realized there was something else about this part of the park waiting for him to recognize it.
“Well, I hadn't taken you for an early riser, but it’s nice to see you.”
The sound of Mrs. Snow’s voice was recognizable instantly. When Brady turned his head to see her wearing the same bright red coat she’d had on the other day, her matching hat pulled down tightly around her ears to combat the December morning air, he smiled. She was grasping the same brand of paper coffee cup she’d had Saturday, but this time, steam was still rising from the slit in the lid. “Good morning, Mrs. Snow.”
“Good morning, Mr. Rogers.”
“Please, call me Brady.” He’d been insisting on that ever since he’d first heard the song, “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?”.
“Brady.” Mrs. Snow nodded with a hearty smile and took a seat near him on the bench. “Got a lot on your mind?”
“No, just work.”
“Oh, what do you do?” Her eyes widened with genuine interest.
“I’m… the new city planner,” he said, not sure why he felt like that should remain a secret, something he didn’t like to say too loudly.
“You don’t say!” She seemed genuinely impressed, but then, he wondered if maybe that was because her daughter worked for a government entity. He’d gone over the numbers for the animal shelter. She was the only full-time employee on the books for the shelter, and there was only one part-time employee. That person, the dog catcher, technically didn’t even work there. He spent his twenty-two hours a week out and about, looking for strays, ultimately making Noelle’s job even more difficult. Not that it wasn’t a necessity. Brady wanted to believe Mrs. Snow’s enthusiasm at his revelation was because he was employed in some important occupation, but it was really just the possibility of getting to the ear of someone who could make her daughter’s work easier, he supposed.
“Yes. Technically, today is my first official day.”
“Well, congratulations.” She patted her thigh with her free hand, her palm slapping against the fabric of her black slacks. “I think we could use a fellow like you, someone with fresh eyes, someone from out of town.”
She’d ascertained quite a bit about him already. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely. Mayor Jenkins and the council aren’t doing a bad job, I suppose. But… many of those board members have been here their whole lives. Mayor Jenkins is the son of the former mayor…. We just need someone to come in and look at things anew, that’s all. Especially the budget. It seems like we pay higher taxes and get less for it than ever before, and I’ve lived here my whole life. All… well, let’s just say more than fifty years.” She winked at him then, and Brady hid a chuckle. He figured she had to be at least in her fifties since her daughter appeared to be about his age, which was twenty-eight.
Mrs. Snow had his attention, though. “What do you mean you’re getting less for your tax money? For instance, what has gone away?”
She pursed her lips together in thought for a moment. “I’m not sure where to begin. For one thing, a lot of the government run agencies have dialed back their hours, thanks to less staff. The library. The senior citizen building. The children’s museum. None of them are open as much as they used to be.”
Brady’s forehead wrinkled as he listened. That didn’t sound like something that would make most people in the community happy. “That’s too bad.”
“Yes, and then, well, look at Christmas. We still have the parade on Christmas Eve, so that’s good. But there used to be so much more. The holiday decorations haven’t been replaced for years. If they fall apart, they just stop putting them up, so there’s hardly any in public places. Sure, the stores and homes look nice, but that’s because they’re private. We used to have so many more events, too. When I was younger, the mayor hosted a gingerbread house building contest. That was so fun! We had reindeer on the square on Saturdays for the kids to come and pet. They did away with that a few years ago. Santa used to visit City Hall. Oh, and the tree!” She pointed at the pine tree in the center of the opening in front of him. It was a large, majestic tree, set off by itself. Brady had noticed it when he first came into the park that day. It was his main reason for choosing this bench. “The tree?” he repeated.
“Yes! We used to do a Christmas tree decorating and lighting a few weeks before Christmas. It was so wonderful. Noelle used to love it when she was younger. The tree would be so beautifully decorated, and then the mayor would light it, and we’d all sing carols. Boy, do I miss that.” She hung her head, shaking it back and forth.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Snow. That does sound like something that would’ve sparked a lot of joy in the people who lived here.” Brady had to wonder why they’d done away with that of all things. It didn’t seem like it would cost much to decorate and light a Christmas tree.
“Really, Brady, whatever you can do to sort things out around here, I know there will be a lot of grateful people.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Snow. You’ve given me a lot to think about.” He smiled at her, glad she’d stopped to talk to him. He’d had no idea what it had been that had drawn him to the area, but as soon as she’d mentioned the tree, the idea that had been trying to sort itself out in the back of his mind came into focus. He’d been thinking this would be a good place to show some Christmas spirit. Now, he understood why.
“I’m so glad to hear it, dear.” She gave him another encouraging smile and then added, “Well, I’ve gotta go. I’m not usually out and about this early, but I’ve got a dentist appointment. If you need any dental work done. Dr. Reavley is the best.”
With a chuckle, Brady said, “Good to know.”
“Also, if you get a chance, you should stop by the shelter and say hello to Pooch. I’m sure he’d love to see you. It’s really too bad you couldn’t take him home. He really wanted your attention, didn’t he? Stealing your scarf like that?”
Brady’s fingers went to the red scarf wound around his neck, which he’d washed as soon as he’d gotten home the other day. “My attention?” he asked. “You think?”
“Oh, yes, I do. I think that sweet puppy was picking you out to take him home, not realizing it wasn’t a possibility. Really, stop by and see him--if you can.”
“Okay,” Brady said with a shrug as she stood to leave. He had to think she was seriously talking about the dog wanting to see him, and not her daughter. After all, Noelle had been anything but impressed with him, and while he’d chalked it up to a bad day, he didn’t think they were about to be best friends or anything.
“Take care, Brady,” Mrs. Snow said, giving him a little wave.
“Goodbye, Mrs. Snow.” He waved back and then returned his attention to the tree. The mental list he had of items to discuss with Mr. Jenkins was growing longer. He hoped he didn’t forget anything important, especially now that he was distracted by a dog--and a beautiful animal shelter director who had not been trying to get his attention but may have gotten it anyway.
Taking the dogs for a walk was one of the best parts of Noelle’s day, but she didn’t get much time to do it. In fact, there were so many dogs in the shelter at the moment, most of them didn’t get a walk except for every other day or so. The dogs they kept separate from the others, in the back, the ones that they didn’t feel safe adopting out, rarely got to go outside at all. As Noelle stood in front of their cages, having just refilled their food and water bowels, all she saw was sadness in their eyes. Even the ones that continued to growl at her after all of the weeks, months, and years of being there, pulled at her heartstrings. It was so sad that there was nothing she could do to help them.The sound of Rhonda, the only volunteer who’d made it in that day, humming as she cleaned out the cages in the front had Noelle’s outlook shifting. A smile came to her lips, one that stayed there as she walked back out to the mai
A genuine belly laugh emanated from Brady’s mouth as he took the little Havanese in. He had his face pressed against the kennel so that his snout was sticking out the kennel, a silent plea to be released from his cage so that he could play. Despite the fact that Noelle had made sure he had a few toys, fresh water, and the best dog food they had on hand, that wasn’t enough. Clearly, this little guy was a people person.“Look at you!” Noelle said, pausing to take him in and let Brady catch his breath. “Aren’t you pathetic.”“Does he always do that?” Brady asked. “It looks uncomfortable.”“I haven’t seen him do that before,” she said with a shrug. “But he probably recognizes your scent. Do you want to pet him?”“Absolutely.” Brady’s answer came without question, and she smiled, popping open t
Brady pushed the door open for her, and Noelle went through, thanking him. Goldie didn’t seem encumbered at all, now that she was out in the fresh air. Noelle realized she hadn’t put her coat on and immediately wished she’d been thinking clearly. “Would you mind taking her leash for just a second?” she asked.“Sure,” Brady said, his forehead wrinkling as he puzzled over what she was doing.Quickly, Noelle took a few steps back into the building and grabbed an old coat from a hook near the door. She kept it there for occasions just like this one. Back in a moment, she took the leash from Brady who gave her a knowing nod. “Do you want to borrow my scarf?” he asked her as she zipped up the old black coat.“No, it’s okay. It’s not that cold.” She smiled at him, glad for the offer but truly not needing it. She did slip her hands into some black gl
City Hall, the building where the city council met, was built in the 1940s. Though it was evident the interior had been redone a few decades after that, as Brady sat beneath a flickering fluorescent light that refused to fully commit to its job, he had to wonder why Mayor Jenkins, who sat at the head of the oblong table, would rather spend the city’s budget on a parking garage he didn’t see the need for than a million other items--including the refurbishment of the building they were sitting in now.The rest of the board members seemed complacent with the way things currently were. Four men and one woman, one other woman absent, all of them older than Brady, all of them professionals of one sort or another, though two of the men had retired from their other careers, he could tell they hadn’t been particularly happy to be called in to meet with Mayor Jenkins on a Monday afternoon, but the mayor was so keen on getting things going with hi
Cleaning out the kennels was usually a job Noelle disliked so much, she’d do just about anything to get out of it. On days when Rhonda was volunteering, she didn’t need to worry because the older woman didn’t mind it one bit. That Tuesday morning, as Noelle went from stall to stall making sure everything was tidy, she wasn’t paying enough attention to the job to be too upset. Her mind was on other things.Brady would be bringing her lunch in just a few hours. It seemed strange to think of that as something special really. It wasn’t like it was a date or anything. He was actually coming by to see Pooch. Brady was just being nice, volunteering to bring her something to eat. He could probably see how hard she worked at her job and didn’t want to be rude, coming at lunchtime and not bringing her anything. So, being excited about it was probably pretty ridiculous.Yet, that morning, she’d put on a sp
“Hi!” Did she sound too enthusiastic? She thought maybe she sounded too enthusiastic.“Hi.” He returned her smile, though he didn’t seem to be quite as loud as she was. “How are you?”“I’m good. How are you?”“Good--thanks.” He stared at her for a moment, and Noelle fumbled for words, getting a little lost in his eyes. “Do you have a break room or someplace we can sit?”“Oh, yeah! This way.” She shook her head, trying to clear it, and then gestured for him to follow her. She hadn’t expected him to eat with her. For some reason, she’d thought he’d want to take Pooch for his walk while she ate, that he’d just been being nice when he offered to bring her lunch. She was right to be prepared, just in case.The break room was small--just a round table with two chairs wedg
Pooch was so excited to see Brady, he couldn’t help but laugh as the little guy squirmed in his arms and licked his face. He was glad he already had the leash attached to his collar so he could set him down. Even then, the dog jumped up and down, pawing at his leg, wanting so badly to have Brady’s full attention.He did--for the moment. Noelle was getting her coat and gloves on and said she was going to get Blacky from his cage to take him for a quick walk. She wouldn’t be able to be away from the front for too long since there were no volunteers to help anyone that might come in, but the fact that she was going to spend a few moments walking with them in the back of the shelter had Brady smiling widely as he stooped to pet Pooch.She sure had a way of helping him get his thoughts together. When he’d come into the shelter with her lunch in hand, he’d had an idea that there was something they could do to hel
“You want to do what?” Martha Davis asked, her eyes wide as she stared across her desk at Brady.“Bring Christmas back,” he said, infusing energy into his voice instead of the doubt he was feeling inside. He didn’t know this woman well enough to gauge her reaction, but he had the idea that she thought he was crazy, despite the discussion they’d had at the meeting the day before.She shook her head. “Brady, I understand what you’re saying, I do. And I agreed with what you had to say yesterday. But as my fellow council members said at the meeting, I don’t know how it can be done.”Brady flashed her his winning smile. “I think it can. Listen, you’re good friends with Doris Snow, right?”Martha nodded, her forehead crinkling. They were sitting in her office near the downtown shopping district. She worked as a therapist when she