Calendar Mate
I say as I turn on my side, closing my eyes and drifting off to dreamland.
My alarm clock goes off at nine the next morning. Draping my robe over me and sliding on my slippers, I make my way to the kitchen for breakfast and some coffee. Deciding on oatmeal, fruit, and my coffee so sweet I’m not even sure it’s actually coffee, I put it on a tray and walk onto the porch so I can bask in the morning sunlight. My phone rings for the first time in a whole month. I haven’t used or carried it much other than reading trashy romance books whenever Colt doesn’t have me busy.
“Ms. Monroe, how are you?” I answer laughing at myself for using such a formal name for Auntie Ro.
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