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Mrs. Sullivan was restless after everyone left. The company was wonderful, but she was used to less excitement. There was nothing to do in the kitchen. She was tired but didn’t want to go up to bed just yet. At the screen door she called the dogs and let them in.
“Why don't we sit on the porch for a spell,” she said to them. Tucker got a drink and Blue curled up on the floor beside her. "He'll be along soon.”
She gathered up an afghan to throw over her shoulders and took a seat in her old rocker. Bella jumped into her lap.
The light from the three-quart moon shown over the farm she had come to love, and the smell of orange blossoms filled the air.
“This is the best time of the year isn’t it?” She sighed deeply.
“It surly is.” She heard him say.
“Well, it’s about time, Jesse. I didn’t hear you come up.”
“I figure you’ve been waiting long.”
He took her hand as he sat at the table beside her.
“What kept you so long?" she scolded.
“I had to wait for you to finish your story.”
"Well, you're here and that's what matters." She closed her eyes and took a breath of the heady orange blossom atmosphere.
“You rest now, my Katy. Your story has come to its end.”
She smiled and sighed one last time.
