Somebody knocked on the kitchen door, long after Dana’s
Coffee had closed.
James smiled. He knew the original owner had come back to
Fox’s Landing.
“Good to see you,” he told Dana as she let herself in.
“It still feels strange to knock,” she said.
“I told you,” said James. “You don’t have to. It’s still
your place.”
“Only fifty percent,” she corrected. “How’re things?”
“Oh, I’m sure you know. Your grandfather won’t stop calling
me ‘New Guy’, and Bill pretends that he doesn’t know my name yet.”
“Bill might not,” said Dana. “After all—Bill.”
“How’s school?” James asked.
“First semester’s
done. I haven’t worked that hard since, well, here,” she said. “Speaking of
work, how about you make me a coffee so I can see if you’re keeping up to my
standards?”
“Coming up,” said James, as he reached for the proper jar of
beans. He proceeded to complete the task while Dana moved into the dining room
and sat down.
“And here you go,” he said a short time later, delivering
the fresh cup to her table.
Dana made a show of tasting it before delivering her
verdict. “You get a pass, but Miss Harris would tell you it’s too strong.”
“You’d be surprised how far I’ve come with Miss Harris,”
James defended himself.
“Would I?” said Dana with a raised eyebrow.
“Sure. Now she only sends back two or three cups a day.”
Dana laughed. “Good job.”
She took another sip, holding the mug with both hands. “How
do you like Landing?” she asked.
“It’s—,” James paused, searching for the right answer. “Not
what I expected.”
“Better, or worse?”
“I don’t know,” said James. “Different.”
“Wait until summer,” Dana advised. “Summer, you’ll love.”
They both sat in silence for a short while.
She finished her coffee and gathered her things. “I should
be getting home. Long day today.”
James nodded.
“Don’t worry,” she told him. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
“I’ll see you then,” said James. “Goodnight, Dana.”
“’Night,” she told him as she slipped out the back door.
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