Giving Up the Ghost (A Poppy Blue cozy fantasy Book 1) by Magenta Wilde

Author:Magenta Wilde [Wilde, Magenta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-19T22:00:00+00:00

15

Early the next morning I awoke, curled up on my loveseat. I had fallen asleep on it fairly quickly after polishing off a huge stack of pancakes and several slices of bacon. The scent of maple syrup and cured meat still hung in the air. Puck was pressed tightly next to me, contorted in a position only a cat would find comfortable, his belly exposed and his legs extended in the air.

Fido was over by Scott, who was snoring on the couch. The cat kept prairie-dogging up and down, up and down, cautiously tapping Scott on the nose. Scott would snort and shift slightly, Fido would pause in his ministrations for a moment, only to continue the process again.

I laid still and stared at the ceiling as I enjoyed Fido’s antics out of the corner of my eye as well as Puck’s warmth. Soon Fido noticed I was awake and crept up by my head and sat down, looking at me with his typical catlike intensity.

“Let me guess. You’re hungry, and the food in your dish isn’t good enough,” I groused.

He blinked his amber-green eyes at me. Puck heard me speak and rose, stretching and arching his back. I absentmindedly scratched at his head. Fido tapped my other shoulder so I rubbed him behind his ears as I thought of last night’s events. It turned out to be a good thing that Scott had stayed over. We’d eaten pancakes and bacon, simply reminiscing and chattering into the wee hours of the night. He’d done a lot to distract me from thoughts of Ivy and Roger, and for that I was grateful.

A moment later Scott was up, stretching.

“How are you doing? Did you sleep well?” he asked.

“I did. I think your pancakes helped.” I thought for a moment, and then wondered, “Did you add some special ingredient?”

Scott laughed and shook his head. “No. That would take extra time and add a few steps. At home I could do it, but you’re not set up for cannabis cookery. It’s good that you slept well,” he said as he made his way to the bathroom.

“Can you turn on the coffee maker as you make your way past?” I asked. I stood up and stretched. I went into the kitchen to feed the cats. As I looked over to the table I saw the poppies seemed brighter, fresher than they were hours before. That was a good sign.

A couple minutes later Scott came out and poured me a cup of coffee. He went and found himself a Coke in the fridge and took a long pull of that.

“Still on the fizzy sugar-and-caffeine kick for the a.m., huh?” I asked.

Scott nodded. He always had been a big sugar junkie. It was a wonder he managed to stay slim, I’d thought. Though as much pot as he smoked, I wondered if he probably forgot to eat half the time.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. I was surprised, since I usually didn’t have visitors so early in the day.

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