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for tea and
chocolate cake for dessert.”
    “I suppose you
want something like brussel sprouts for tea and carrot cake for
dessert.”
    “You’d suppose
correct.”
    “You know I
wouldn’t touch a brussel sprout with a ten foot pole.”
    “Precisely why
I don’t waste them on you.”
    “But you won’t
give me pavlova for tea, either.”
    “I have to
amuse myself in my own way.”
    Laughing, Cindy
left the kitchen. Running up the stairs, she went to her bedroom
and took off the dressing gown and nightie. A quick shower later,
she stood in her lacy pink panties and bra in the walk-in wardrobe
to contemplate the clothes hanging neatly on the racks. Finally she
chose a pale blue sun dress that swirled lightly above her knees.
Once dressed, she applied lipstick and mascara - her two main
staples of make-up on what she considered a ‘light make-up day’ -
pulled her hair into a jaunty pony-tail high on the back of her
head, tied it with a big, wide, blue bow, slipped a pair of
dangling earrings on, and slid her feet into a pair of silver
stilettos with just a wide strap across her toes.
    Pivoting in
front of the mirror, she surveyed herself in satisfaction, gave a
happy nod, picked up a dainty, pale blue shoulder bag and tripped
down the stairs into the wide entry.
    “I’m going,
Sam!” she shouted.
    “Okay.” His
voice drifted back from somewhere towards the back of the
house.
    Going through
into the kitchen, she went through a side door and into the garage.
Climbing into her little Hyundai, she lovingly ran her hands over
the steering wheel. Man, she loved her car. Pressing the control
where it was attached to the dashboard, she waited until the garage
door had opened fully before backing out into the sunshine.
    Pulling out
into the drive, she waved at Ruth who was standing with a row of
roses in pots behind her. Ruth waved back before returning to her
beloved gardening.
    Turning up the
radio, Cindy drove into the city and to one of her favourite
shopping centres. Pulling into the car park, she hopped out and
went to the ticket machine. Humming to herself, she paid for her
ticket, then, spotting a harassed-looking mother towing a crying
child behind her and pushing a pram, she slid more coins into the
slot and pressed the ticket button before leaving. As she neared
her car, she glanced over her shoulder and saw the bewildered
mother holding the ticket in her hand, and she smiled.
    As her mother
always said, spread the cheer.
    Once inside the
coolness of the shopping centre, Cindy made her way to The Body
Shop and browsed among the goodies, finding the lotions she wanted
quickly. While having them gift-wrapped, she watched a
dispirited-looking man sit down at a nearby coffee table. In his
hands he held the employment page. He glanced once at the menu
board with the names and prices of the food and drink on sale, and
with a small sigh, he started pursuing the paper with pen in
hand.
    After paying
for the present, Cindy ambled over to the coffee counter, ordered a
hot coffee and salad roll and paid for it, and pointed to the man
at the coffee table who still had his head down as he circled
employment options. The waitress, Maryanne, knew Cindy, and she
grinned and nodded.
    Yep, nothing
like spreading the cheer, Cindy thought as she left the coffee
shop. A glance over her shoulder showed first bewilderment, then
pleasure on the man’s face as he looked up at Maryanne. She was
pleading ignorance of who paid for his meal, and when she left the
food at the man’s table, the smile on her face was genuine
delight.
    Yep, that bit
of cheer had touched two people.
    With a bounce
in her step, Cindy returned to the car.
    Her next stop
was Maddy’s home. As she pulled into the driveway, she hooted her
musical horn. Immediately she spotted Chaz in the window, his big
Siamese head pushing up the curtains as he peered out at her.
Beside him a much smaller head reared up, and little grey-furred
Yamaha stared at her before being