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I, and she doesn’t know what to do about it. We both cried a bit. Myra, do you think it’s even remotely possible that the girls were waiting for us to get in touch with them? Like they were taking their cues from us? We did moan and groan about those pardons and what we were going to do with our lives. Is it possible, Myra?”
    Myra upended the bottle and gulped. “Anything is possible, I suppose. What do you think, Annie?”
    â€œI would like to believe it. If it’s true that Harry and Yoko are back at the dojo, all we have to do is pop in and see what’s going on.”
    â€œI’m seeing two of you, Annie.”
    Annie laughed. “Ha! I can’t even see one of you!”
    The cats circling the bales of hay purred as they did their best to rub up against the women’s legs.
    â€œThe bottle’s empty,” Annie said.
    â€œSo it is. When was the last time you slept in a barn, Annie?”
    â€œWhen I was ten years old. I loved it. It made me feel so grown up at the time.”
    â€œWe’re all grown up now, Annie. And we’re old in the bargain.”
    â€œStop raining on our parade, Myra.”
    â€œHow long are you staying, Annie?”
    â€œUntil I get tired of causing trouble.”
    â€œThat long, huh?”
    â€œMaybe longer.”
    Myra laughed as she teetered toward an empty stall, Annie and a string of cats behind her.

Chapter 3
    T he sun was just creeping over the horizon when Myra opened her eyes to see her farm foreman staring down at her. Her mouth felt as if she had just swallowed a pint of glue. She struggled to sit up. “Good morning, Mr. Jackson.”
    â€œMiss Myra, is everything all right?”
    â€œI don’t know yet, Mr. Jackson, I just woke up.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw the empty bourbon bottle and Annie sleeping peacefully. The barn cats appeared and eyed the three of them warily. A second later, with the help of her foreman, Myra was on her feet.
    â€œWake up, Annie. It’s a whole new day, and I do think we have things to do. Annieee!!!!”
    â€œWhat? What? Is the barn on fire! Stop screaming, Myra! What things do we have to do?”
    Myra was busy picking straw out of her hair and off her clothes as the weathered, cranky foreman reached down to pull Annie to her feet. “Take this with you,” he grumbled. “And don’t be littering up my barn,” he added, holding out the bourbon bottle.
    The warm summer morning greeted them with open arms as the two women made their way to the farmhouse. “I slept like a baby,” Annie said as she brushed at the straw covering her clothes.
    â€œA quart of bourbon will do that to you,” Myra snapped.
    â€œYou drank half of it,” Annie snapped back. “Let’s not do that again for a long time.”
    â€œThat’s what you said when we got those damn tattoos on our asses,” Myra said.
    â€œMyra, that was forever ago. Are you always cranky this early in the morning?”
    â€œWhen I sleep in a barn I am. How are we going to explain this to Charles?”
    Annie stopped in her tracks and almost stepped on one of the cats. “Do you have to explain your actions to Charles? Well! Who knew you were such a wuss, Myra Rutledge Martin Sutcliffe, or whatever the hell your married name is.”
    â€œAnd you think I’m cranky? Ha!”
    The screen door banged shut behind the two women. Little Lady was the first to greet them. She nuzzled Myra’s leg, then Annie’s, before she held up a paw in greeting.
    â€œShe’s been out and fed, ladies. Good morning! Did you sleep well?” Charles asked cheerfully.
    â€œWe did, dear, thank you for asking.” Myra plopped the empty bourbon bottle down on the counter, her eyes defying Charles to comment. He didn’t.
    â€œI’ll wait breakfast for you ladies while you shower. I thought we would have banana macadamia nut pancakes with