Artie and the Red-Headed Woman, page 3
Artie put his head in his hands. Josie came over to him and pulled them away. Holding onto his fists, she said, “You have some delightful friends. We must have them over again for tea.”
Artie couldn’t help smiling. “And you’d better see if the kitten is okay. Darrin should have listened to me all those years ago. I wonder what Gina will do now.”
“Nothing good, I’d guess.” Josie picked up the kitten and cuddled it to her breast.
Artie thought they should probably talk about what had just happened, but he didn’t know what to say. So he just sat admiring the picture his wife and the kitten made. All in all, he was a lucky guy this holiday season. They needed to buy a bow for the kitchen to complete the scene. Since the cops hadn’t found his stash, he figured he could manage the expense.
He would rethink his usual MO of taking the bus home from his heists. He guessed he should be okay as long as he stayed away from red-headed women. Yeah, that should do the trick.
THE END
Jan Christensen, Artie and the Red-Headed Woman
