He could hear her voice. The stories she had told him about her childhood and the blunders she’d made when she was too fuzzy minded to know what she was doing where funny, and he caught himself laughing out loud, usually when it wasn’t a good time. As when he and Ramirez were investigating a domestic dispute and his mind simply wandered. The woman holding the frying pan probably wanted to hit him with it when he laughed after her endless dissertation about her husband’s drinking and rane when he got home that night. It wasn’t a funny situation, and David was normally a very compassionate and understanding officer. He was certainly mindful of the seriousness of abuse, but something the woman had said had sent him down a path to one of Laura’s stories, and he was lost.
Then, at the grocery store, he was certain he saw her in the produce aisle, looking over boxes of fresh strawberries. She had lifted a plastic box in the air, turning it this way and that. He was going to sneak up behind her and whisper in her ear. But when he was within reach and leaning into her hair, she turned, and suddenly she wasn’t Laura. The woman shrieked, backing up into the produce stand of strawberries, and boxes of berries tumbled onto the floor. It would have been funny if she hadn’t started accusing him of attacking her. After apologizing for what seemed like hours and picking all the berry boxes up off the floor, he told her he was a police officer and certainly wasn’t going to attack her. She finally calmed down, grabbed her berries, and left muttering about the nerve of some people. What nerves? Surely David had spent his last one.
At home he burned his dinner twice. And he didn’t even cook that much. He paced through the house, took long walks on the beach, and paced some more. Something had to be done. He didn’t want to be thinking about a strange woman who was here for a short time to write a novel. He didn’t want to be distracted. And he certainly didn’t want a relationship. That path lead to nothing but hurt and annoyance. Hadn’t his parents’ lives taught him well enough? The only relationships worth his time were with his sister and the Lord. That was enough for him. Oh, it was ok for other people to fall in love. They could have their happy lives with their happy families and their happy happiness. It was all a smoke screen in front of real life.
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