It was a tug somewhere near her throat and traveling down to her heart. It wasn’t always there – only sometimes. Like Valentine’s Day. Like today. Oh, she had friends; and they were the good kind; the kind she knew she could trust with her mistakes and dreams and everyday thoughts. But they had boyfriends or husbands. They knew what a lonely Valentine’s Day was, but their experience had become fuzzy with time and change of circumstance. They knew, but they had forgotten.

Maybe she’d watch an old movie? Or read a book.

After thirty minutes, she stopped and tilted her head. Had she heard something? Maybe it was a squirrel or raccoon. There had been four, maybe five squirrels all winter long nosing around by the bushes. And she’d caught sight of a couple of raccoons rummaging through the garbage three nights ago.

There it was again! Heart beating faster, she grabbed an old baseball bat she kept under her couch and tiptoed to the door.

“Augh!”

“Oh!”

He turned toward her as she threw open her door, bat held high.

“I’m sorry to have scared you.” He motioned to the street. “Car trouble. I was just searching for a connection for my phone.”

“Yea, it’s not great.”

She squinted. He seemed familiar somehow.

“Hey! Were you at the thing last week?”

It clicked. He had been one of the guests at a friends 30th birthday celebration.

“You’re going to be late,” she ventured.

“I was just on my way home from the grocery store.” His chuckle ended in a sigh. “I won’t be late for anything tonight.”

“I have wifi inside.”

Relief spread across his face.

“Let me grab something from my car.” He sprinted to the curb and came back with some cookies.

“I was going to watch an old movie and bought a Valentine’s treat to go with it.”

“I’ll put on some coffee.”

And suddenly Valentine’s Day lost its tug.

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