We started down the sidewalk together, Edie leaning on my arm. It felt good to have a purpose tonight, even a small one.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed and the screen flashed “Arthur.” My boss. I sighed.
“You should take that, dear,” Edie said, glancing at my phone.
“It’s just my boss,” I replied, hesitating. “He’s… not usually calling about anything nice.”
Edie chuckled softly. “Bosses rarely are, are they?”
“He probably wants me to do something ridiculous. Like… buy a Christmas tree or decorate his home.”
“On Thanksgiving Eve?” Edie’s eyebrows rose. “Goodness, he sounds demanding.”
“Yeah,” I admitted, muting the call. “But tonight, I think I’d rather help you.”
“Thank you, dear. Melody’s going to be so surprised.”
“Where does she live?” I asked, shifting the suitcase to my other arm.
“Oh, just a few streets down,” she replied, looking around. “I think it’s over there. Or… maybe the other way?”
