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A dog is a pet, a cat is a pet. A cow is not a pet.”
“Yes,” I sigh, because someone else is about to give me shit for naming the cows. When I started walking with them, I had to name them.
I stand up straight and immediately become defensive. I’m tired of people mocking me about the cows.
“Because it’s not a real name. I assumed it was a call name, like something given to a fighter pilot or some sort of preposterous nickname your man buddies gave you,” she spouts, waving my check toward me.
my goal was to keep my cows away from him so I wouldn’t have to see him. And I don’t see a stray cow, so I don’t understand why he’s
I’m hoping your ghosts don’t wander as far as your cows, seein’ as we’re neighbors.”
That’s how the evening started. Not only did he show up uninvited—not invited by me anyway—but he grossed me out by mixing chips with pasta, freaked me out with the Laffy Taffy, and stole my poker spot. Once the game commenced and I finally ate something, I settled in, even if it was begrudgingly. Until I started winning.
He steps forward, his firm body presses into mine. Inhaling deeply, he breathes into my ear, “I’m sorry I left you. I’ll never do it again. Ever.”
“I want to know what he said to you, what happened on the way home, and why you’re so scared you think you’re leaving. Because I promise you, Addison, you’re not going anywhere.”
“You’re CIA.”
“No,” he answers, resolutely. “I’m not CIA.”
“Only you would settle next door to a woman being targeted by ancient KGB.”
What it is, is comfortable and cute with a side of sexy, even if it is sexy in a Tuesday-night sort of way. Friday-night-sexy would look like I was trying too hard.
Certain moments in life become etched in your soul. For me, I have merely a handful. Buried deep, they’re entwined, tangled, and even disheveled. Living together forever, they create who we are and how we see the world. More so, how we react to it, even live within it.
Today is a good day because I struck gold with my Laffy Taffy. A cow joke. What do you get from a forgetful cow? Milk of amnesia. Cow jokes. Who knew they’d make me so happy? Then again, who knew I’d ever own cows?
I smile big and look up to him. “She loves you.” “She should.” He shakes his head. “Not very many cows get to be pets. You’re never allowed to go to the auction, by the way. We’ll end up with a herd.”
“You might regret this. I think you’re a cow daddy now.”
swear I bought a dog in a cow’s body. Even at two years old, she’s like a puppy, and still gets excited when she sees me.
