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Chapter 3: Dinner with Peggy
Bette grabbed the mail and came into the house carrying an armload of college brochures and catalogs. “How is this even possible?” Bette wondered aloud. “It’s too soon.” Shane was at Dana’s Bar until closing and Angie was at Jordi’s. Buddy greeted Bette and barked as she read the note from her daughter. Angie always enjoyed teasing her mother for insisting on handwritten notes instead of relying on text messages but she also happily complied. “That’s just not going to work tonight, my furry friend. According to Angie, you’ve had your dinner and some major yard time. I better not find any new holes.” Buddy barked again. “Okay, okay.” Bette happily relented. “You want to go for a walk, pal?” Buddy barked again. A little louder. “Got it. Give me a few minutes.” Bette went into her office to grab her sweater and check for any telephone messages.
Bette was one of the few people she knew who still preferred a landline. It seemed more businesslike to her. The only other person she knew who felt that way was … yes indeed she had in fact received a much welcome call back from her beloved friend and mentor Peggy Peabody. Peggy had recently returned from traveling abroad and Bette wanted her to call when she had a moment. The message indicated Peggy was in town for a few days and wanted to get together. “Well, well, well. Speak of the devil. That’s even better.”
Bette sat at her desk and called the number that connected her to Peggy’s beach house as she knew her friend despised cell phones. Realizing the time and Peggy’s travel schedule, Bette suddenly wondered if she should have waited until the morning. She did not have to wonder for long. “Well, hello, my lovely. Seems we’ve been doing a little bit of telephone tag. How are you my dear? I have been worried.” Bette sighed. That was a very loaded question. “I’m much better, Peggy. Doing quite well actually. Thank you for the lovely letters. And you? How are you doing.” There was a brief silence on the phone before Peggy responded. “Good days and bad days, dear girl. You know. All the better I must say for hearing your lovely voice.”