envelope and trotted through the kitchen to the garage and jumped in her truck.
“Bank first,” she said to herself, “or you’ll melt the chocolate chips.”
Pulling up in front of the County Bank, she parked, went inside and smiled when she realized she was going to have to wait in line for a teller. It was a small town, there were two banks and she still had to wait in the middle of the day.
When she finally got to a teller, she realized why. One of the three was in a long discussion with an older couple, going through their check register and bank statement. He looked up at her and gave a small apologetic smile, then looked back down at the work in front of him.
A woman who was a little older than Polly came out of the back offices with a frown on her face, stood behind Polly for a few minutes, then huffed loudly and stalked out of the bank.
Polly finished at the bank, picked up a few groceries along with the chocolate chips and hurried back to Sycamore House.
When she was finished baking cookies, she cleared the counter, poured the rest of the coffee into a thermal pitcher and started a new pot for the afternoon. After looking around to ensure everything had been cleaned up, she walked over to Jeff's office. He was talking with a woman, but waved her in. Polly realized it was the same woman who had stalked out of the bank not a half hour before.
"Polly Giller," he said, standing up, "This is Cindy Rothenfuss. She is in charge of the quilt show we will be holding here next week and we are ironing out a few last minute details."
The woman glanced at her and nodded, then turned back to Jeff and said, "We won't need your janitor's help to hang things. I'd rather he wasn't around."
Polly looked at Jeff in shock. The woman had dismissed her.
Jeff was as surprised as Polly and said, "Just a moment, Mrs. Rothenfuss." He sat back down at his desk and turned up to Polly, "I'm sorry," he said. “Go ahead.”
She replied, "No, that's alright. Cookies are finished in the kitchen and they're cooling. I've started a fresh pot of coffee and after we've had lunch, I'll be back down to help you get things ready for the afternoon meetings."
Polly made a strangling motion with her hands behind the woman's back, but said with all the pleasantness she could muster, "It was nice to meet you, Mrs. Rothenfuss."
She spun and headed out the door and before she'd crossed the threshold, the woman had begun speaking again, ignoring the fact that there had been any interruption.
"Cleansing breaths," Polly muttered. "Cleansing breaths. What in the world did I ever do to that woman?" She continued to mutter to herself as she walked up the front steps. Glancing across the wide hallway to the guest rooms, she saw that two of the guests had placed their coffee carafes and dishes on the small tables outside their rooms, so she collected those before heading for her apartment. Since her hands were full, she used her forehead to knock on the door and heard a 'woof' and scrambling as someone rushed to open it.
"Oh! It's you!" Jason said and stepped back.
"It's me. Would you take these?" He took the two empty carafes out of her hand.
"Andrew, help?" The little boy jumped up from the floor and ran to her, waiting while she stacked things into his hands.
"Now, would you mind taking all of that down to the kitchen? Just put everything on the table under the back window and I'll clean it up later."
The boys ran for the back steps and she heard them chase each other down. Polly dropped onto the sofa beside Leia.
"How's it going up here, little girl?" she asked and rubbed the cat's head. Obiwan jumped up on the other side of Polly and pushed himself into the small space between her and the arm. She picked the cat up and moved over, allowing him a little more room.
"Where's your brother?" Polly asked the cat in her arms.
The boys clambered back up the steps and Andrew said, "Luke followed us down the steps. I had to pick him up so he didn't