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“Where is she Bob?” Dora Mae did not let him get clear down the stairs.
“Ladies, she escaped.”
“What?” I joined the conversation.
“Elsie got up from the meeting, said she had to go, and then just left.”
I had brought a walnut cake, her favorite; the cake was sitting next the refrigerator in the kitchen. Dora brought ice cream for the cake; the ice cream was inside of the frig freezer.
Dora and I went up to the meeting room, looked in the office, the restroom, the library, and even in the sanctuary – no Elsie. Three of the other ladies who were to join us also began searching the church. Finally, we all met in the basement.
“She is not here for sure.” Dora Mae had her hands on her hips.
“When Bob said she left, he musta meant she was really leaving.”
“I wonder what’s going on?”
Everyone shrugged their shoulders. Finally, the others of the group said their good-bys then disappeared back up the stairs.
Dora looked over at me. “Guess we oughta just go home then.”
“Guess so. Why don’t ya come on over.”
“Just of a few minutes, CSI is on tonight.”
Dora and I had driven separately so we both got into our cars to head for my neighborhood. Dora honked her horn.
She rolled down her window. “Bee, I’m going down to the basement and get the cake and ice cream, the Cub Scouts are meeting tonight if they see it out on the counter, they will think it’s their refreshments.”
“I’ll come get my cake pan, I think I left my apron down there last Wednesday night, I may have to search the pantry for it..”
We both parked our cars and returned to the church basement. In the fellowship hall the Cub’s and their parents were all seated and eating ice cream.
“Uh, oh,” I said.
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll pick up another gallon.” Dora Mae was taking long strides to the kitchen.
She cracked open the door. “Bee, didn’t you put that cake on the counter next to the frig?”
“I think so, why?”
“Well, it’s gone now?
“Really?”
“Really.”
“I can’t believe those kids got that cake too.” She looked down the hallway.
“Oh well, at least somebody is enjoying it; I’ll get my pan back later, Leslie Hartman is the leader of that group, she will see my name on the bottom of the pan.”
We headed back to our cars. “Still come’n over for coffee Dora? It’s early.”
“Just for a minute, Bee, like I said, I don’t wanna miss CSI tonight, something’s gonna happen to Nick, I hope they don’t write him off.” Dora opened the door to her Buick.
“You can watch at my house.”
“Make me too late driving home.” She dropped into the driver’s seat. “See ya in a couple of minutes.” She backed out the parking lot ahead of me.
We started down Middle Street; I was right behind Dora Mae. Suddenly, she swerved to the curb in front of Elsie’s house. I stopped behind her. Elsie’s house set sideways on the corner of Middle and Craven Street. From Middle Street we could see across her small garden and into the bay windows of her kitchen.
Dora and I got out of our cars and approached the house though the side yard. There sitting in the kitchen’s bay window was our old friend Elsie Smith, eating a piece of my cake, with a scoop of Dora’s ice cream. She must have seen us approach, for when we were close she waved and smiled.
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