When a stray kitten romps into Lynne's life, she has no idea what she's getting into. As Lynne describes in letters to her friend Angie, Skeeter is all cat--high-spirited, contrary, and inventive. He's so goofy that he reminds Lynne of her own nuttiest escapades; so irrepressible that even Lynne's neighbor, Mark, gets wound around his paw. And when Angie visits to see Skeeter for herself . . . . Well, no one who meets Skeeter will ever be quite the same again.
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Dear Angie,
I made it back to California without mishap or even a traffic ticket, although I was eligible for speed-ing tickets in every state along the route. That was the quickest move of my whole life. Thanks for helping me pack. Also for pointing out that I’d better not dither and procrastinate much longer if I expected to make it over the Rockies in decent weather. I must have lived in L.A. too long—it wouldn’t have occurred to me to plan for snow.
The offer to take back my California job was irresistible. But I enjoyed Chicago, even in the winter. I’m going to miss it. I’ll miss you, too. Don’t quit keeping the place stirred up just because I’m gone. I’m count-ing on you.
The trip was amazing. Did I tell you that, when I moved from California in 1997, I had my car shipped? This time I couldn’t afford to do that, and I wasn’t looking forward to driving. I don’t know what I expected city traffic all the way, maybe. But it turned out to be fun. I started wondering whether I even want my old job. Maybe I’ll get a truck-driving license and go back and forth.
I got to Lincoln the first night. That seemed far enough. The next morning I started early, only to get caught in fog on the freeway. It was too thick for me to see any exits, so I couldn’t get off. All I could do was hope there wasn’t anything slow in front of me or anything fast behind me. Eventually it cleared. I made it to Cheyenne by afternoon, though I got a little lost.
I could see I wasn’t making good enough time, so I got a dawn start the next morning and reached Elko by night. Over six hundred miles—ouch! The next night, I was in Monterey, exhausted. It was out of my way but I wanted to see some friends there before I settled down in L.A. Somehow, once I’m working, I can never get away.
I spent a couple of days with them, then drove down to Long Beach. I’m staying with my friend Nancy here till I find a place. I think I’ll look in San Pedro. It’s always been my favorite town in the L.A. area. Right on the beach, but not too expensive.
Back to work tomorrow! Thanks again for your help.
Love, Lynne.