Finding Kitty
Brooklyn, New York
Lou got to the station early—by his standards—but Sherri was already there and, more importantly, she had coffee made. She handed Lou a cup as he walked into the coffee room. “Here you go, lucky.”
“Lucky? I haven’t been lucky since I married my wife, thirty years ago.”
Sherri stopped and stared at him. “That’s so sweet.”
“That’s what the girls call me—Luigi ‘Sweet Lou’ Mazzetti.”
“If you keep up your smart talk, I won’t make you coffee any more.”
“You’ve already spoiled me. I told my wife she’s got competition now.”
“And what did she say, to let me have you?”
Lou sipped the coffee, set the cup on the table as if thinking. “Not exactly in those words, but close.”
“Close?”
“She wasn’t quite so nice with her language, is what I mean.”
“That’s what
