Charmer’s only movements at the shelter included standing to greet her with a vigorous tail wag and shuffling to the food bowl. Melody snapped on the lead expecting a leisurely walk around the lake. The dog’s sudden lunge for the open door surprised her. Scampering to grab the vanishing leash before it disappeared out the door, the sound of car doors slamming checked her speed. It must be the neighbors.

A long canine bay alerted her she might have unexpected guests. Great. She wasn’t dressed for company. A sudden tug sent her stumbling out into the yard where two men stood beside a luxury sedan. The elderly dog barked so hard that his front legs came off the ground. Melody tightened the lead to prevent Charmer from escaping.

She looked up in time to see Roy’s lawyer approaching her with a wide smile and an outstretched hand. “Afternoon Melody, I probably should have called.”

Mustering up a smile to hide her surprise, she barely noticed the other man say. “It’s her.”

The half-whispered words shifted her attention to the other man still standing by the car.  The tall broad shouldered man half leaned against the car as his eyes roamed over her. Levi McDaniel. She bit her bottom lip. No, it couldn’t be. Time is what she needed, to prepare, to know how to act, to devise the right thing to say. Charmer took the opportunity to rest after his unexpected show of energy.

A slight breeze rustled tree leaves while the late afternoon sun warmed her back. Apparently, nature didn’t get the memo to stop everything. Her body did, however, as she struggled to draw a breath, wondering if she’d somehow forgotten how. In and out, that’s it, just breathe. Her mental instructions helped some.

His eyes reached her face. The grey eyes were, unfortunately, still as attractive as she remembered. Reminded her of satin spread she used to wrap around her to stay warm in her modest apartment. Not to be trusted, she told herself, especially when her pulse jumped. Just a man, that’s all he is. She’d almost convinced herself when her bad angel whispered into her ear about his rugged allure.

He was an attractive man and a young one too. When was the last time she had met a man under sixty-five? If she didn’t count her former roommate’s fiancé and jerky friend, it had been months. It could be the reason behind her over reaction to a man who was her nemesis. He’s the enemy. Overlook the nice packaging, the strong jaw, the ripped arms, and the attitude. He’s trouble with a capital T. Don’t even let him get near the front door.

Charmer’s ears went up as if hearing something and dashed in the direction of Levi. The leash slipped out of Melody’s hands as she watched her canine lope across the yard. Would he welcome the man with a lopsided doggy grin or roll over on his back for a belly rub? With her luck, Charmer would deliver the house key. Then again, maybe the lawyer already had.

Her eyes drifted over to the lawyer, hoping that Mr. Douglas would enlightened her about the nature of the visit, although she had her suspicions.

Levi’s voice had her head whipping back to the man. “Hey, what’s that stupid dog doing?”

Her dog balanced on three legs while he hiked the fourth, thoroughly drenching Levi’s leg. Worried, he might hurt her dog, she rushed forward, kneeling beside the dog and wrapping her arms protectively around his body. “Please don’t hurt him. He’s old and already has enough trouble walking with his arthritis.”

Her eyes searched Levi’s face wondering if he might take out his anger on her instead. A rueful look crossed his face. Raising one eyebrow, he asked, “What do you think I am, a monster?”

Don’t answer. She even sucked in her lips to prevent a spontaneous reply.

Levi put both hands against the car and slowly moved to a kneeling position. He placed his hand on Charmer’s head and stroked it. “I know what it’s like old fellow, not being able to move around as well as you’d like.”

Part of her resolve to hate him melted a little when he began to talk to her dog.  The lawyer stepped to where the three of them were huddled and squatted. His gaze went to Melody, then to Levi. “Well, now, seeing how well the two of you are getting along. I think it’s time to talk about setting up housekeeping together.”

Levi’s hand that had been stroking Charmer casually brushed hers, causing her to lose her balance and fall on her rear. At least she wasn’t standing, but it didn’t stop her face from coloring. Was it the words or his touch that knocked her off her feet?

The lawyer, Mr. Douglas, held out his hand to help her up. Levi, on the other side of Charmer, didn’t even hide his smile. If he were any type of gentleman, he’d at least offer to help her up. Instead of taking the proffered hand, she scrambled up on her own. She had spent most of her life doing things on her own, it certainly wasn’t the time to start depending on others.

A minivan pulled into the nearby neighbor’s driveway, spilling out what looked like an entire miniature sized soccer team and one tired father.  The man held up a hand and Melody waved back. Charmer managed a robust bark, causing the man to stop and turn. “You got a dog? When did that happen?”

Levi snorted, and stared up at her from his crouched position beside the canine in question. The last thing she wanted to confess was she rushed out to get Charmer to solidify her hold on the house. Trying to find an answer that wouldn’t incriminate her too much, her voice cracked on her reply, “Recently.”

Levi snorted again. Amazing, how the man could convey disbelief and maybe even humor at being found out in one sound.

He offered her the end of the leash. “I’m getting up. I thought you might want to hold onto this wild one, especially being so unfamiliar with him and all.”

Her fingers brushed his as she grabbed for the leash. The slight touch sent a tiny jolt of electricity through her fingers and up her arm. It means nothing. It’s more likely his sarcasm slimed me.

Keeping her eyes on Charmer, she waited for the hound to make a sudden move. There had to be a reason his family got rid of him, besides being uncaring jerks. He’d already demonstrated his lack of social graces. What else might he’d do?

Her attention was on her dog, so she missed Levi getting to his feet, but she didn’t miss the cane that suddenly appeared in his hand. Well, that explained a lot, including why he was stateside. 

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What Do People Really Want in a Date and Potential Mate? 

Online dating sites predict a banner year for enrollment for people looking for their soul mate. Often people mistakenly believe commercials, movies, even their girlfriends regarding what men want.

Here’s what one male dating coach had to say.

Men are looking for women who:

1.    Are interested in him.

2.    Laugh at his joke, even if it is only followed by a groan.

3.    Accepts his friends, as opposed to trying to change or limit friends.

4.    Trusts. This woman isn’t scouring his social media or phone for information.

5.    Can be spontaneous. She’s willing to try new things

6.    Is happy. Moody, depressed, angry women are toxic. That doesn’t mean a woman is happy 24/7, but definitely more happy than angry.




What do women want from men? 

This is a million dollar question, but not as difficult as some men suspect. It isn’t a hard body, despite all the book covers, magazines and movies would have you believe. Most women discover what they value over time and by dating the wrong type of man. According to a survey of thousands of women would like these qualities, but not always in the same order.

1.    Honesty-life would be easier if she knew a man’s true intentions

2.    Humor-this allows a man to laugh at himself instead, of being angry.

3.    Protectiveness- this involves standing up for the woman and offering to walk her to her car. Even holding her hand represents this ability.

4.    Intelligence

5.    Loyalty

6.    Manners & hygiene (These two go together)

7.    Respecting her space (This is knowing when to leave a woman alone.)

Romance is about taking chances. Dating and casual meetings help reveal who the person is. Often people we think are grand, aren’t. On the other hand, people we may not like at first turn out to be special after getting to know them.

Levi and Melody, from The Inheritance have reasons to think the worst of each other. Here’s a snippet from their second uncomfortable meeting.





Excerpt

Charmer’s only movements at the shelter included standing to greet her with a vigorous tail wag and shuffling to the food bowl. Melody snapped on the lead expecting a leisurely walk around the lake. The dog’s sudden lunge for the open door surprised her. Scampering to grab the vanishing leash before it disappeared out the door, the sound of car doors slamming checked her speed. It must be the neighbors.

A long canine bay alerted her she might have unexpected guests. Great. She wasn’t dressed for company. A sudden tug sent her stumbling out into the yard where two men stood beside a luxury sedan. The elderly dog barked so hard that his front legs came off the ground. Melody tightened the lead to prevent Charmer from escaping. 

She looked up in time to see Roy’s lawyer approaching her with a wide smile and an outstretched hand. “Afternoon Melody, I probably should have called.”

Mustering up a smile to hide her surprise, she barely noticed the other man say. “It’s her.”

The half-whispered words shifted her attention to the other man still standing by the car.  The tall broad shouldered man half leaned against the car as his eyes roamed over her. Levi McDaniel. She bit her bottom lip. No, it couldn’t be. Time is what she needed, to prepare, to know how to act, to devise the right thing to say. Charmer took the opportunity to rest after his unexpected show of energy.

A slight breeze rustled tree leaves while the late afternoon sun warmed her back. Apparently, nature didn’t get the memo to stop everything. Her body did, however, as she struggled to draw a breath, wondering if she’d somehow forgotten how. In and out, that’s it, just breathe. Her mental instructions helped some.

His eyes reached her face. The grey eyes were, unfortunately, still as attractive as she remembered. Not to be trusted, she reminded herself, especially when her pulse jumped. Just a man, that’s all he is. She’d almost convinced herself when her bad angel whispered into her ear about his rugged allure.

He was an attractive man and a young one too. When was the last time she had met a man under sixty-five? If she didn’t count her former roommate’s fiancé and jerky friend, it had been months. It could be the reason behind her over reaction to a man who was her nemesis. He’s the enemy. Overlook the nice packaging, the strong jaw, the ripped arms, and the attitude. He’s trouble with a capital T. Don’t even let him get near the front door.

Charmer’s ears went up as if hearing something and dashed in the direction of Levi. The leash slipped out of Melody’s hands as she watched her canine lope across the yard. Would he welcome the man with a lopsided doggy grin or roll over on his back for a belly rub? With her luck, Charmer would deliver the house key. Then again, maybe the lawyer already had.

Her eyes drifted over to the lawyer, hoping that Mr. Douglas would enlighten her about the nature of the visit, although she had her suspicions.

Levi’s voice had her head whipping back to the man. “Hey, what’s that stupid dog doing?”

Her dog balanced on three legs while he hiked the fourth, thoroughly drenching Levi’s leg. Worried, he might hurt her dog, she rushed forward, kneeling beside the dog and wrapping her arms protectively around his body. “Please don’t hurt him. He’s old and already has enough trouble walking with his arthritis.”

Her eyes searched Levi’s face wondering if he might take out his anger on her instead. A rueful look crossed his face. Raising one eyebrow, he asked, “What do you think I am, a monster?”

Don’t answer. She even sucked in her lips to prevent a spontaneous reply. 

Levi put both hands against the car and slowly moved to a kneeling position. He placed his hand on Charmer’s head and stroked it. “I know what it’s like old fellow, not being able to move around as well as you’d like.”

Part of her resolve to hate him melted a little when he began to talk to her dog.  The lawyer stepped to where the three of them were huddled and squatted. His gaze went to Melody, then to Levi. “Well, now, seeing how well the two of you are getting along. I think it’s time to talk about setting up housekeeping together.”

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Today's prompt is bells. As an early present, I included a longer selection to get Levi and Melody together.



Meet today? Surely he hadn’t heard the old lawyer right. “What do you mean? It’s Sunday.”

The fact the Roy’s attorney, Oliver Douglas, even suggested a meeting on a weekend surprised him, but now he wanted to jaunt right over to the house. Maybe he might serve as a mediator between the two of them.

The old man raised his bushy brows allowing a twinkle to show in his clear blue eyes.  “I’m well aware it’s Sunday.  I had to force myself to get dressed in something more professional than sweatpants. Besides, Melody Gibbons works long hours as a hospice nurse. This Sunday is one of the few days she has off.”

Works long hours. Well, that part didn’t sound much like Angelique. As soon as they married, she’d quit her job. Still, his uncle’s inheritance of a rowboat, a modest home, and all the dated furniture inside wouldn’t support a person. Half of everything belonged to him so she couldn’t sell it.

A jabbing pain shot through his leg, causing him to stumble toward a chair. Damn, he hated feeling like an invalid. Collapsing into the swivel desk chair, he turned it toward the wall to avoid scrutiny. His fingers massaged the area above where his leg ended. The phantom pain felt lower. The physical therapist explained that discomfort in a missing limb was normal since the nerves still sent messages to the brain.  Somehow, they missed the memo.

The ache lessened under his ministration. The thought of visiting Melody didn’t seem as horrendous as it first did. After all, he survived the loss of both parents, Angelique’s betrayal, his uncle’s death, and coming out of the war a damaged man. What could this Melody Gibbons do to him that hadn’t already been done?

Not exactly a cheery thought, but it bucked him up some. He inhaled deeply as he leaned into the chair’s curving wooden back. “Okay, I’m ready.”

       The lawyer’s voice boomed closer to his ear than expected. “Good, I’ll drive.”

      Apparently, the man took advantage of his absorption to step closer and peer over his shoulder to see if the cripple would need a 911 call. Ever since he returned, it felt like everyone looked at him that way. Well, except for the woman at the dock, who saw him as an attractive man by the flare in her eyes.

Of course, the flicker went away as she made some lame excuse about a dog in order to escape.

“Let’s go son. “  The smiling man jingled his keys. “It’s time you children met and cleared up some of your misconceptions.”

He wanted to object to the child label, but instead pushed up out of the chair. Did the man think he was incapable of driving? “I drove here myself.”

“I know. “ The man nodded his gray head as he swung the door open. “If I drive, it gives us time to talk. It also eliminates your escape if you want to drive off in a huff. By the way, you can call me Oliver. Most people do.”

Oliver. He tried the name out in his head. Yes, he did remember his uncle talking about him, something about fishing.  “You and my uncle were fishing buddies?”

“Guilty.”  Oliver moved enough to allow Levi room to maneuver out to the sidewalk before turning to lock the door. He looked up with a grin. “It might be better to call us beer drinking buddies because we never caught that many fish.”

Levi forced out a chuckle, trying to quell his apprehension at the same time. Finally, he was going to do the deed and meet the woman who caused so much festering resentment. It could be with the presence of Oliver they could work things out. “Melody agreed to this Sunday meeting?”

Oliver stood by a large late model sedan, making Levi question his previous belief about the man’s lack of professional expertise. A sharp chirp from the key fob unlocked the passenger door. Oliver walked around the front of the car to reach the driver’s side. His reply drifted over his shoulder. “Oh, I never really made an appointment for a visit, just inquired if she’d be home for a call. The doorbell will notify her we've arrived.”

Great. He slid across the smooth leather seat and slammed the door. The man was reminding him of his Uncle Roy more and more. From trapping him in the car to talk, to showing up for an unexpected visit, both were techniques his uncle used in the past. Several talks occurred as his uncle drove him somewhere.

Talk might be the wrong word. His uncle would have some type of story about a friend, who bore a remarkable resemblance to Levi. The friend usually came to a bad end. In some of the tales, the friend reformed his ways. After the stories, Levi refused to talk, but he did think about them, even moderating his actions some too.

Oliver started the car and switched off the radio before speaking. ‘Let’s look at things from Melody’s view.”

Let’s not, he wanted to say, but he remained silent. It was déjà vu all over again.

“Melody sees you as a greedy, uncaring jerk.”

“Hey!” His objection hung in the air. Apparently Oliver didn’t sugarcoat anything. “Why am I a jerk?”

Oliver eased the sedan into traffic, making two right turns before answering. No doubt, the silence was a legal trick allowing him time to squirm.

“Did you call your uncle? Even send him a quick email the whole time you were deployed?”

Oh great. Another lawyer trick, asking questions he knew the answers to. “No, but not once did he contact me and say, ‘I have cancer and am dying.’”

“True,” Oliver agreed. “We both know that wasn’t his way, to manipulate you to get some attention.”

His words mirrored his own thoughts. “No, it wasn’t. I wish it were because I definitely would have called. I wouldn’t have held onto the anger over something he was actually right about.”

“That’s life for you. Watch your words carefully because you never know when they will be your last ones. We’re here.”

The familiar house loomed in front of him. The door opened and a hound appeared, rending the air with a long bay.  Following close behind, holding the leash, was the woman he met at the dock. “It’s her.”

The words slipped out of his mouth without intention as his eyes devoured her. There really was a dog.

Oliver chuckled. “You’ve already met Melody, then.”

Today's word is check. See if you can find it in the excerpt. 

Recap: Levi is at his uncle's lawyer hoping to break the will.

Here's today's excerpt.








Pride kept him from returning his uncle’s anxious calls when he first left the house.  Angelique poured on the charm until the wedding. Well to be more exact, she kept hugging, kissing, and petting him like he was an overfed poodle until his first bonus check came.  The Army didn’t give you the money right off. Probably did once, but several potential soldiers vanished with the money. Now they dribbled out the money. The first bonus check came after basic. Another one appeared in the checking account about the time he’d served six months in Afghanistan.

That pretty much coincided with the anonymous letter he received and Angelique’s exit from town.  Once he tried to investigate what was going on with his wife and money, she must have realized her days were numbered. His large hand pinned the will to the scarred desk. The lawyer cleared his throat, indirectly reminding him he was still there.

He should say something. The man expected it. What was he ranting about before he saw his uncle’s signature looking so wavy and weak?  It was the handwriting of an old man. Someone on his last legs, not the strong vibrant uncle he remembered.

Roy was never shy about saying what he thought. As a teenager, Levi had been harder than most to raise. Still, his uncle never raised a hand to him or his voice until that last argument. Roy’s discipline, although it took several convoluted turns, was fair.

Levi picked up the will feeling the weight of the heavy stock paper in his hand. Typed in bold font were the details how he and someone named Melody Gibbons would share everything equally including the house and boat. Just maybe this was Uncle Roy’s final attempt to discipline him beyond the grave. It was hard to say what point he was trying to make.

Flourishing the paper, he asked. “Is this solid? I already had my lawyer send a letter contesting Melody Gibbon’s claim.”

The older man shook his head and sighed deeply. “I wish you hadn’t done that. It’s going to make things sticky when you meet today.” 

Today we return to hear Levi's side of the story.

Levi carried the popcorn tin under his arm as he climbed to the dock.  His legal errand caused him to grind his teeth. Soon, the law would do its job and he’d be back in the home he remembered. Heaven knows Angelique never made a home for him.  The two of them lived in her tiny apartment once they announced their engagement. Right after, he and Roy exchanged their final words, angry ones.

There were so many clues in the cramped apartment that things were not as they seemed. The takeout cartons littered across the counter and bare walls reflected her lack of domesticity or unwillingness to settle in on place. Of course, he didn’t see it at the time or refused to see it because of the sexual haze Angelique affected.

 All through his training, he believed that Angelique would be waiting although her response to his calls was less than enthusiastic. No doubt, he’d interrupted her partying by calling hoping for some sign of support and love.  Instead, he got the brush off. She’d mumbled a few words about it being a bad time and calling back later. Of course, she didn’t call back. Not that it would have mattered.  He had his suspicions.  Angelique showed enough smarts to show up at his graduation with an overly made-up girlfriend. For a little less than forty-eight hours, he paraded around the base with his gorgeous wife on his arm.

In retrospect, she was probably winking at other guys at the base when his back was turned. In her own way, she served him well teaching him that women merely used men.  It was time to get another of his ex-wife’s ilk out of his house.   

The remembered betrayal quickened his step as he strode to the car. It was time for Nurse Melody to hit the road with a little assistance from him. The car door swung shut with a little more vigor than he intended. No reason to take his frustration out on the car, besides, he needed the car to last a couple more years.

His foot rested heavy on the gas pedal, but he did get to the lawyer’s office on time. The solemn man met him at the door. His expression didn’t bode well.

“Well, Levi. I could have saved you a trip.” The man waved him into the office,

Levi struggled to recall his name.  It was a Mac-something. He shook the older man’s proffered hand, “I hope you’re wrong, Mr, uh Mac,” he stalled on his name.

“Montgomery.” The man prompted and added a hearty pump to the handshake. “Take a seat, Levi.”

The austere office held an oak desk and a few wooden chairs and gunmetal gray filing cabinets. It didn’t look like Mr. Montgomery was a prosperous lawyer. Could be the will wasn’t as solid as he thought. “Can I examine the will?”

Mr. Montgomery worked his way back to his desk with slow steps. “Of course, you can. Figured as much.” He flipped a manila folder open. “I’d do the same myself.”

Levi stood to take the document. The first thing he noticed was Uncle Roy’s wavy signature at the bottom of the will. When did his Uncle become so frail? Guilt settled heavily on him thinking of his Uncle Roy dying without anyone beside him.

Today's prompt is wavy. Last excerpt, Mary confesses that she told her true love to go away. Today, we find out the reason behind this momentous decision.
 
EXCERPT
Love appeared to be such a fleeting, rare commodity. “Why did you do that?”

“I often ask myself that, especially when I see elderly couple crossing the street holding hands. I think that could be us. We’d have grandchildren now to spoil. Instead, I fuss over these hounds.”

Melody covered Mary’s hand with her own. “The hounds need you.” It hurt to see her friend’s wavy gray hair falling into her tear-shrouded eyes. Curiosity wanted her to finish her story, but she wouldn’t ask.

Finishing off the water bottle, Mary slammed it against the table with vigor missing their clasped hands. “I was a fool, you see. My mother was a widow. My father died in the Korean conflict. All I ever heard was how hard it was to be a widow and how she never had a man to do for her. When I started to date Roy, she liked him until the time he enlisted. Then she had nothing good to say. All she did was predict doom and gloom.  Hounded me day and night until I broke up with him.”

The woman sobbed violently burying her face in her hands. Melody knelt beside her friend and wrapped her arm around her shoulders as she grieved. Her cries lasted a few more minutes fading into hiccupping sobs. Mary sat up and managed a watery smile. “You’d think I’d be cried out by now. I keep thinking about the look on Roy’s face.  I broke his heart. The only man I ever loved. Threw it on the ground and stomped on it. What good did it do me?”

It sounded like a rhetorical question and certainly one she couldn’t answer.  Her benefactor was a Roy too and close to Mary’s age. No, it couldn’t be. How weird it would be living in the same town just miles away from each other.

 Not getting an answer, she grasped Melody’s hands. “Promise me something.”

Her manner was so emphatic that Melody knew she dared not ignore the woman’s request. “Anything.” She meant the words. If she could possibly accomplish whatever Mary asked, then she’d do it.

Mary’s eyes glowed as she spoke. “Never give up on love. Too few people ever truly fall in love. Most think they do, but realized later, they were mistaken. Love is a grand adventure, not for the timid, but well worth taking. No matter what. My mother convinced me to give up on Roy because he could die and I’d end up a widow like her. It could have happened. If it did, I would have had the experience of being part of the grand adventure. Sure, I would have lost my soul mate, but for a brief part of my life, I would have truly loved wildly and generously. I gave it up to be safe.” Mary let go of Melody’s hands to gesture to the concrete brick walls.”

This week word prompt is loose. See if you can find it. We left off with Melody helping Mary at the animal shelter. She came to take Charmer home with her to prove she has a dog in case Levi shows up to attempt to evict her from the house. It might not slow him down, but at least she wouldn't look like a liar.








Excerpt
It wasn’t a bad life. She kept reminding herself of that whenever she’d get down, wondering if she’d spend her whole life alone. “Mary, have you ever been in love?”

“Good Lord, child, what woman hasn’t? Probably fell in love half dozen times before I turned twenty-one.”  The woman grabbed two more bowls and stooped to place them in the kennels.

Melody continued to fill the bowls, trying to recall if she ever been in love. There were a few boys she’d liked in high school, but they’d never even noticed her. She went out with Kevin about a dozen times, but wasn’t too heartbroken when he dumped her for someone else. At the time, she wondered why she wasn’t more upset. Probably already knew they just didn’t click.

“Did any of the men really mean anything to you?” She realized she was prying, but she had so little to base her knowledge of love on. Only movies, songs and books, which she knew were all fiction, painting life as people would like it to be. The families she stayed with seldom modeled loving behavior, usually just the opposite.

The Collins kept her the longest. She’d never saw an affectionate gesture between the two of them. With that kind of modeling, she’d figured she’d be better off with a dog than a man.

Using the kennel bars to pull herself up, Mary rested against one of the larger kennels while a large dog with some obvious traces of Great Dane licked her hand. Her brow knitted as her eyes flicked upward, remembering. “There was one man who held my heart.”

   “What happened?” This was about as close to love as Melody had ever been. She discounted her roommate’s experience. All her roommate ever wanted to do was to get married. She’d finally convinced a man to marry her. They never struck her as a love-dovey couple. Despite the fact that Linda bought matching outfits for them to wear on their honeymoon.

Mary blinked a few times, and cleared her throat. She whispered the words, making Melody draw closer to hear. “I told him to go. Turned him loose.  I didn’t need any service boy making me into a young widow.”

Tears ran down her withered cheeks. Mary used the back of her hand to wipe them away.

 It didn’t take a mind reader to see the memories made her friend sad.  “Did you love him?”

It was hard for her to grasp actually loving someone then casting them away like a pair of worn out shoes.

Inhaling deeply, Mary shook her head. “People always think the young don’t know their own minds and hearts. Feel like they need guidance in the ways of the world. My mother was no exception. Vietnam War had just started up. My Roy was going for a tour of duty. I understood this is what he did, even though I was frightened about  him  being in harm’s way.”

Melody guided Mary to a chair. The suddenly robust woman had taken on a decidedly fragile air. It made her wonder if the robustness was just Mary’s tough act. “Did he cheat on you? Why did you break up?”

Mary coughed and worked hard to clear her throat.  Recognizing her struggle, Melody located a bottle of water in the staff fridge for her. The woman took a few sips, and then threw her a grateful smile. “Thanks sweetie. It’s hard to believe that fifty years have passed since I told my only love that I did not love him.”

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If you remember Melody is at the animal shelter.  Her goal is to bring home a dog named Charmer before Levi comes to the house and discovers she was the girl at the dock.  The same female who claimed she was looking for her dog.  

Our word prompt is abrupt. See if you can find it in the text. I may have tinkered with it a little.







Excerpt
Mary nodded in the direction of the pens where a small pot-bellied pig snuffled his excitement at their entry. “Some rich lady driving a car that probably cost more than my house dropped that fellow off. Told me she was tired of it. Decided she wanted peacocks.”

How could people  abandon their pets so abruptly? Why should it surprise her when she’d been the victim of abandonment? Once by her mother and half dozen foster mothers who decided she wouldn’t suit, whatever that meant. What really hurt is when people decided to keep the other foster children. Why was she the one that had to go?

Mary gathered the food dishes while Melody lugged in a fifty-pound bag of dog kibble. She ripped the bag open and generously doled out the food.

“Being awfully free with the food, aren’t you, girlie?”  Mary teased her, wiggling her eyebrows.

She shook the pans to even out the kibble.  “Maybe I am. For some it might be their last meal.”  Saturday was the last ditch attempt for some animals to find a home. Adult dogs, especially mixed breeds, were only spared when an individual wandered in to the shelter, who didn’t mind the grey in the dog’s muzzle. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen much. Monday was kill day.

Grabbing two of the filled dishes, Mary carried them to a nearby pen. “You’re so right. A few found homes yesterday.”

“Charmer?” Her heart skipped a beat, afraid the dog she invested all her affection on went home with someone else.

Mary snorted. “Good heavens, no. You’re the only person to find that dog acceptable. Besides being old and a mongrel, he has a bad disposition.”

  Her eyes scanned the kennels looking for the dog in question.  Charmer looked at her with devoted eyes and gave a hearty thump with his overlong tail. “He’s just had a hard time. His tough grumpy  facade is just an act.”

Mary brushed past her to feed the other dogs. “Believe what you want. I’d be glad to see another dog placed. I think you just might have a place in your heart for hard luck cases.”

Today, I will try to catch you up on The Inheritance. The word prompt is sweet, so look for it. 
 
We left Melody in the empty parking lot of the animal shelter contemplating her early life in foster homes.

Levi found his sealed time capsule and was headed pack to land to meet his lawyer. There had to be some way to get the gold digger out of his uncle's home. He needed that house to recoup and reinvent his life.








Melody's Story Excerpt.

The best she could remember of her mother was coming for a few short visits when she was with her first foster family.

The memories arrived with tears as the drama silently replayed itself.  Her mother arrived with a doll, sweets, and promises. Her mother was beautiful in her sparkly top and fake eyelashes. She smiled, talking about how much she loved her, and how’d they’d be together soon. The visit was short due to her mother’s latest boyfriend waiting in the car. As they drove off in a cloud of oil-rich smoke, her foster mother, Barbara, commented to her husband.

“That whore’s promises are as false as her eyelashes. All show, no substance. She doesn’t even love the child.”

A red rage came over her. The woman’s words stripped away the warmth and happiness she had felt over her mother’s visit.  She didn’t really remember what happen after that. Barbara claimed she’d attacked her like a wild animal when they brought her back.

How much harm could a four-year-old do?  Barbara’s words did a lot more harm to a hurting child.  Cruel or not, the words proved to be true. That was the last time she saw her mother. She worked her way through different families landing with the Collins when she was twelve.

They kept her until she was eighteen, which might have been the requirements. Saw her through high school and helped her to find her first apartment.  In most ways, they were her only family.  Her invitation she sent them to her nursing school graduation earned her a small note. In it was no check or congratulations, but a terse message that they’d done their Christian duty.  It was time for her to move on.

Move on she did.  A movement caught her hand as she watched Mary steer her car into a nearby place.  The white haired woman bounced out of the car with more energy than one would expect from someone her age.

Melody opened her car door. Mary met her before she could even get out.

“What are you doing here? It’s Sunday. We’re not even open.”  Her wide grin announced her happiness in seeing her, even if it was unexpected.

Melody didn’t want to admit she came out of loneliness. She needed something to love on even if it was a canine others gave up.  “I thought I’d give you a hand taking care of the animals.”

Mary cocked her head as if she could see through her flimsy excuse, but chose not to call her on it. “I could use help. My back isn’t what it used to be.”

Melody flashed a weak smile and followed the woman to the building door. Was she getting the dog because of Levi McDaniel since she implied she had a dog?  Eventually they’d meet face to face. If she didn’t have a dog, it would just make her look a liar. Besides a dog would make her look more settled in the house, less likely to move out.

Mary searched through her huge ring of keys looking for the needed one. “This isn’t the only shelter I visit. I’ll make two more stops before I head home.”

The woman’s devotion to the welfare of orphaned pets impressed her. “Goodness Mary, maybe they need to canonize you. You could be the patron saint of abandoned pets.”

A hearty laugh broke over the rattle of the keys. “Saint Mary, that’ll be the day. I’m only here because I have no husband or family to spend my weekend with. The critters are my family. I love each one as much as I can.”

No husband, no family, no one to spend the weekend with. Mary sounded more like her. No wonder they both were spending their Sunday morning with the rejected canines and felines. Melody chewed on her bottom lip. Would she end up like Mary? Better yet, how did such a sweetheart end up alone?

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