By Erin Murphy
I am beyond sad. For the last year, I’ve been friends–really good friends–with Roxy Turner. She is–was–a feisty old lady, so fiesty she’d bop you one for calling her that. We met while walking around the reservoir in Seattle’s Volunteer Park, and had a regular walking date. She was as easy to talk to as any friend my own age–she was past 80–and we recited poetry to each other.
The last few months, Roxy had begun to fail and the walk was too much for her. So we met twice a week for coffee. I looked forward to it as much as she did. When she was in the hospital, I went to her apartment and took care of her cat.
Now Roxy is gone. She left me her poetry books–do you have any idea how much poetry a retired English teacher can acquire?–and her cat, Mr. Sandburg. My landlord hates him.
Either I buy a condo, or I move home. But what would I do there? There’s really no room for me at the Merc. Mom and Claudette have a good thing going, and I would only be in the way.
At least I'll have a living reminder of my dear friend.
Do you have pets? How did they get their names?
(Death al Dente, the first book in the Food Lovers' Village Mysteries, debuts from Berkley Prime Crime in summer 2013. The series is set in a small, lakeside resort community in Northwest Montana, on the road to Glacier Park. Guess where my author, Leslie Budewitz, lives! Leslie is also a lawyer and won the 2011 Agatha Award for Best Nonfiction for Books, Crooks & Counselors: How to Write Accurately About Criminal Law & Courtroom Procedure (Quill Driver Books). Visit her at www.LawandFiction.com and www.LawandFiction.com/blog )
(Volunteer Park photo from City of Seattle website.)