Jory walked up the hill. She plopped down among the daisies and buttercups. Her pug, Mickey, trotted along after stopping to sniff a tree. He curled up next to her and snored. She picked a daisy and counted off the petals doing the traditional “he loves me.”
She threw down the flower. “What are you doing, Jory? You idiot. He doesn’t love you and you’d better not love him.” Mickey opened his eyelids and yawned.
“Okay, okay.You’re right, I was stupid to write him those letters. I should have let Cassie pay for her own mistake. Signing up to write to a lonely guy in the service. She’s such an idiot.” Jory shook her head. She trudged over the grassy field until she found a group of Tiger Lilies pushing toward the sun. She knelt down and snapped a few shots.
Jory laughed as Mickey ran in circles. Her stomach grumbled so she headed back to the cottage. Her aunt Sue was in the kitchen, making sandwiches.
“Out talking to Mickey again?”
“He’s a good listener.”
Sue laughed. “Did he solve all your problems?”
“Umm, let’s see, a tall, blond, blind man named Bryce, for example?”