Oz Drabble Tree Comes on Little Cat Feet

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She didn’t know why she’d come here. There were few good memories, and no family left to pull her back to the place where she’d grown up. For the past year or so there’d been an itch to see the town, the school, and that awful place where her mother used to work.

The whole trip had been a waste of time and money. Whatever she’d been looking for, wasn’t there. She’d only driven past all the places on her itinerary instead of going into any of them. It had been so unpleasant she’d finally tossed her plan into the trash and spent the last days of her vacation eating seafood, visiting museums, and buying souvenirs.

Sitting in the window seat, staring at the tarmac, she couldn’t wait to get home.

A young woman about her age sat down next to her. She squirmed around a bit as she put on her seat belt. Pretty blue eyes met hers.

“Oh, hi!” the young woman said.

She’d wanted to be left to her own thoughts, but it was a long flight.

“First time to London?” she asked.

“Yes!” She smiled. “First time out of the country, actually. Haven’t had a chance to travel much. I’ve spent most of my time-- “ Her smile slipped. “Well, it doesn’t matter. I’m talking too much.”

There was a story there, and she liked stories. If it turned out to be boring, she could always put in her earbuds and listen to music.

She held out her hand.

“DeeDee Whitlesly.”

The young woman took her hand in a firm grip.

“Holly Beecher.”