A strange buzz distracted me from looking for him as I entered the hall. The murmuring revolved around the fact that there were no donuts. No donuts! The first person I asked didn’t know what happened. Neither did the second. I poured myself some coffee and looked around.
Maria was at our regular table. Antonio was a few people behind me in the coffee line. Suzy and Linda were sitting, too. No sign of Joyce yet, but she tended to move slowly. No sign of Tracker, and he didn’t have the same excuse.
I exhaled and tried to relax. He said he’d be here. I made my way towards my regulars but spotted him just before I sat down. He was outside where the double doors were open. He might have just walked up and hadn’t seen me yet. I made my way towards him and didn’t mind that Suzy noticed how my path swerved. I only smiled back when she winked at me.
“Hi, Tracker.” Oh my goodness. I finally called him by name, and it didn’t sound like I was calling it a dog’s name like I’d feared. It sounded like I was happy to see him. The scary thing was that he didn’t look happy to see me. Or maybe he did. It was almost as if he was happy to see me, but he wasn’t happy about being happy. And that idea made so little sense I decided to stop trying to interpret his expression and focus on what he said.
“I heard someone forgot to pick up the donuts today.”
“I’m really not liking whoever that is at the moment. I had my heart set on something sweet this morning.”
“I’m sorry.” He looked it, and I got an idea.
“Hey! Do you want to go get some donuts?”
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