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His Cecelia by Y. M. Roger
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“I’m home, Sweetie!”
 
Mac peered into the den to see Cecelia in her chair where he’d left her this morning. His beautiful girl. Sigh. Yes, her face was all the welcome home he’d ever need.
 
“Sorry I’m late - was crazy traffic today,” he began his usual unending monologue, knowing she just liked to hear his voice. “Roses out front are blooming!”
 
He lifted the cover on the slow cooker.
 
“Smells wonderful, Celia! Chicken Crockpot Pie - always a favorite!” he laughed, knowing she wouldn’t respond – She was too aloof for jokes. “Gonna run get comfortable!”
 
After dinner in front of the television, Mac scooped up the plates and then helped Cecelia up the stairs.
 
As they snuggled in for the night, Cecelia’s nose was nuzzled into his shoulder.
 
“Night, Sweetie,” Mac yawned. He was sound asleep in no time.
 
Leaving Cecelia in her chair in the morning sun, Mac ran out the door for an early meeting, phone ringing.
 
“Yes, mom, I’m okay.” He sing-songed, hopping in the car. “Nope. The police don’t know who would steal a cat body from the vet.” Mac drove, distracted. “No, mom, I’m not upset over losing Celia anymore. We-uhm, I’m just fine.”

 

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