"Nancy, this is Jon," Jon Wolfmueller said. "Pick up the phone." There was a ten second pause. "Okay, I bet that you're there watching another episode of Longmire and don't want to be disturbed." Then he chuckled. "If you and Tony are coming to town today, please drop by the bookstore, because this nice woman, from Georgia, left you some flowers and a sack with with some packages inside it, for you to pick up. Don't worry about the flowers. Sandy has put them in some water for you. Bye." Click.
After listening to the messages and returning a few phone calls I began cooking Cousin Nancy's Crab Alfredo for lunch, that Tony loves and is very easy to make. When it was ready I asked Tony, "Would you let Chet know that lunch is ready?"
When Chet came inside and I told him what I had cooked, he said, "Great. It is one of my favorite meals that you make." Then we served ourselves, buffet style and all sat down to eat. When I took my very first bite I noticed that it didn't taste as good as it usually does. So I took a sip of water.
Then Tony says, as I'm swallowing, "Nancy, this isn't right. I'm sorry, but I'm not eating this. I'm throwing it out." His words almost made me choke, even though I had to agree with his diagnosis.
After the three of us had shoveled my delicious-looking Cousin Nancy's Crab Alfredo, into the garbage can, we figured out that the Half & Half had gone bad, because Chet read us the "Use By Date" on the carton.
"Okay," I said, trying to be upbeat, because Tony was starving again, I said, "When we get back from town, I'll make it again. Chet we will be back in about an hour and a half...." Then Tony and I jumped into Trigger and took off for the big city, with our grocery shopping bags, on the backseat.
Before we went to the big H-E-B, on Main Street, to get groceries, we went to Wolfmueller's Books. After we greeted each other Sandy handed me the pretty sack, meant for Tony and me. I pulled out the card and read it and then I smiled. "Do you know her?" Sandy asked.
"No, but I would love to meet her," I said, as I handed the card to Tony. "She was here for a wedding and she wanted to come out and walk her dogs for us, but her time was limited. She discovered our rescue ranch when she read Kinky's novels and she follows my blog. She is from Georgia and her name is Mary Sanders. Aren't these flowers beautiful?"
"Yes, they are," Sandy remarked, as Tony unwrapped Mary's jars of homemade hot sauce, blueberry and blackberry preserves. We visited for a few more minutes before we adios-ed each other.
On our way home, Tony stopped at our mailbox and handed me our mail. "Hey, here's a pretty postcard of the Sierra Blanca Peaks, near Ruidosa!"
"Who's it from?" Tony asked, as I turned it over to read.
"I don't know. They forgot to sign it." Tony and I chuckled. "But I do know that whoever sent it to us must be at least our age, because it sounds like something that we would do."