There was something vaguely familiar, yet Sam knew they’d never been introduced, never spoken, and maybe never even so much as locked eyes.
So, what was it?
As if sensing the mood, the seriousness of the moment, a distance roll of thunder drummed. The first splat of rain landed on Sam's arm, cold and jarring.
The sensible thing to do would be retreat, let Jeff deal with this, but this woman, Carla, claimed that she wanted to speak with Sam. And, Carla looked even more nervous than Sam was starting to feel.
Carla stepped back, looking like she wanted to flee, looking like she was about to faint. Lightning flashed and Sam saw tears.
Carla's eyes went from Jeff, to Sam, and then back to Carla again.
“Mommy, what is it?”
Sam put a protective arm around Greta’s shoulders as her daughter came to the front door and nudged her way between Jeff and Sam to peek out.
“Oh, my,” Carla said.
“Mommy, what is it?”
Sam put a protective arm around Greta’s shoulders as her daughter came to the front door and nudged her way between Jeff and Sam to peek out.
“Oh, my,” Carla said.
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Sam saw something "vaguely familiar"...is that familiar the fact that Greta looks like Carla???
ReplyDeleteHmmm, could be, or maybe it's something else. Truth is, right now only Roxanne knows.
ReplyDeleteYou gals are doing a terrific job with this. Keep it coming!!
ReplyDeleteLinda G
I wonder if Greta looks like Carla?
ReplyDeleteOr Sam???
Can't wait to see what happens next!
Or both!
ReplyDeleteYep, I felt this coming, Pamela! Just how I pictured it.
ReplyDeleteBut I can't wait to see Monday's! :)