I was happy to get back to Brewster. All I wanted to do is read books and take long walks on the beach. The weather is surprisingly mild for December.
The first morning back, I woke up to the smell of coffee and bacon. Trixie was sitting by my bed. She was ready for me to get up and come with her down stairs. I grabbed some comfy clothes and headed for the kitchen. I was famished!
“Good morning, Stella. Breakfast smells delicious. It’s so good to be home. I never want to leave again.”
Stella gave me a knowing look, and then brought me a plate piled high with eggs, bacon, her homemade croissants, and crispy potatoes. When she brought my coffee I invited her to pour herself a cup and join me.
“I need to talk to you about a couple of things,” Stella. First of all, I’m very grateful that you’ve agreed to stay on. I know Mother’s death was devastating for you.”
“Miss Kat, I moped around here for days until I decided that Miss Claire wouldn’t like that, so I’m doing something I’ve always wanted to do.”
“It’s wonderful to see you so excited and cheerful. What is it you are wanting to do?”
Stella leaned towards me as if what she was about to say was quite profound.
“I’m taking piano lessons,”she said. “I’ve already had two. And guess what? My new piano is being delivered today. I bought it with some of the money your mother left me.”
“The next morning, I was awakened by Trixie. She was whining. This time, she was sitting on my bed, pawing at my feet. Stella was practicing on her piano. Something tells me that I will be taking more walks along the beach than I had anticipated. I think I’ll get another dog, too.
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**I’m going to post more short stories about Kat, and also make some Christmas comments. How do you like my new Christmas boots?
Those 70ish Girls 