Bear Meets Girl
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A lot more, I hope.
And the way he looked at her when he said that ...
Cella shook her head. Cut it out.
What?
Being so damn cute. More to see. She pulled him over to the other side of the dance floor. Picnic tables are here. Malones already grabbed eight of them, so you should be able to find someplace to sit. She pointed at an outside barbeque grill. Thats where you can get polar bear stuff. Seal, walrus, I think they have whale this year. Beluga or something.
Hi, Detective Crushek.
Cella pulled Crush around to see her daughter and Josie walking up to them, a batch of the young cousins behind them.
Hi, Meghan. Josie. Its good to see you guys again.
Were glad you came, Meghan said. But please dont let my mothers outfit bother you. Its for shock value only at this point.
Thank you very much, but I look fabulous in this outfit. Dont I look fabulous in this outfit, Crushek?
I cant express to you how many ways Im not getting between a mother and daughter.
Meghans smile was bright and wide. Smart man.
Thank you.
What are you two up to now? Cella asked.
Josie wants to flirt with the Callahans.
All right, but no separating and dont let any of them abscond with her. She pointed at Josie. I promised your mom and grandmother wed keep you safe since they didnt want to come. So dont do anything that will get me in trouble.
I promise, Aunt C.
Good. Now go.
The girls walked off and Cella turned back to Crush. What? she asked when she saw him staring at her.
Abscond with her?
Yeah. Callahans used to take mountain lions for brides.
Hundreds of years ago, right?
Uh ... last one was two years ago. Some chick from Arizona.
And the filing of kidnapping charges ... ?
Kidnapping charges? Why would they do that?
Because thats what it is?
I guess.
You guess?
Look, why file kidnapping charges when you can haggle for some new RVs and ... wait. Where are you going?
Cella caught up with the bear. Whats wrong?
Nothing. I guess I should have realized sooner your whole family are gypsies.
Sssshhh, Cella whispered. She took a desperate look around to make sure he hadnt been heard. Look, Crushek, we dont use that word.
Why?
We just dont, she insisted. Its bigoted and you do not want to get on the wrong side of the Malones. Plus, weve got the Callahans here, the Ryans
But theres absconding. Youre worried your friends daughter will be absconded.
The Malones arent leaving little Josie on her own. No matter how cute a Callahan boy is.
Okay.
You can call us Travellers.
Are you Travellers?
She shrugged. We were.
What does that mean?
Its a long story. Come on. Im not done showing you around. And remember ...
Right. No bigotry. Just ... absconding.
With a short laugh, Cella took Crushs hand again and led him over to the big tent set up in the field. Theyd had to up the size this year. This used to be just for human mates, but the last couple of years weve been getting a lot more of the hot breeds.
Cella walked into the tent, Crush behind her. With their own dance floor and their own barbeque pit, the other cats, wolves, bears, etc., lounged around in their heavy sweaters and ski pants with their thermals under that. Many of them still had on their jackets, but they all seemed to be having a good time.
Crush grunted and Cella looked up at him. What?
Are those African wild dogs?
Cella sighed, looking over at the dance floor. It was filled to capacity with completely sober wild dogs, howling, barking, and dancing to whatever eighties crap they were forcing the rest of the tent attendees to listen to.
Yeah. I dont really know why theyre here. I cant believe any cats invited them. Theyre not close to bears, and wolves can barely tolerate them.
Ive discovered that if theres a good party somewhere, wild dogs will find it and take over.
It used to be just one pack from out on the Island. Now theres like seven packs whove attended the last two years. I will say, my mom thinks its great. The wild dogs love to get married and my mom networks at these things.
Smart lady.
A hard fist rammed into Cellas back.
Hey.
Yep. Hard and unyielding. Why are you here? Cella asked Dee-Ann.
Its my day off. My mate says, Lets go out. Dress warmly. Next thing I know, Im trapped in the middle of nowhere New Jersey with cats, bears, wild dogs, and Blayne.
You know Blayne loves you.
Shut up. Smith nodded at Crush. How yall doin?
And the way he looked at her when he said that ...
Cella shook her head. Cut it out.
What?
Being so damn cute. More to see. She pulled him over to the other side of the dance floor. Picnic tables are here. Malones already grabbed eight of them, so you should be able to find someplace to sit. She pointed at an outside barbeque grill. Thats where you can get polar bear stuff. Seal, walrus, I think they have whale this year. Beluga or something.
Hi, Detective Crushek.
Cella pulled Crush around to see her daughter and Josie walking up to them, a batch of the young cousins behind them.
Hi, Meghan. Josie. Its good to see you guys again.
Were glad you came, Meghan said. But please dont let my mothers outfit bother you. Its for shock value only at this point.
Thank you very much, but I look fabulous in this outfit. Dont I look fabulous in this outfit, Crushek?
I cant express to you how many ways Im not getting between a mother and daughter.
Meghans smile was bright and wide. Smart man.
Thank you.
What are you two up to now? Cella asked.
Josie wants to flirt with the Callahans.
All right, but no separating and dont let any of them abscond with her. She pointed at Josie. I promised your mom and grandmother wed keep you safe since they didnt want to come. So dont do anything that will get me in trouble.
I promise, Aunt C.
Good. Now go.
The girls walked off and Cella turned back to Crush. What? she asked when she saw him staring at her.
Abscond with her?
Yeah. Callahans used to take mountain lions for brides.
Hundreds of years ago, right?
Uh ... last one was two years ago. Some chick from Arizona.
And the filing of kidnapping charges ... ?
Kidnapping charges? Why would they do that?
Because thats what it is?
I guess.
You guess?
Look, why file kidnapping charges when you can haggle for some new RVs and ... wait. Where are you going?
Cella caught up with the bear. Whats wrong?
Nothing. I guess I should have realized sooner your whole family are gypsies.
Sssshhh, Cella whispered. She took a desperate look around to make sure he hadnt been heard. Look, Crushek, we dont use that word.
Why?
We just dont, she insisted. Its bigoted and you do not want to get on the wrong side of the Malones. Plus, weve got the Callahans here, the Ryans
But theres absconding. Youre worried your friends daughter will be absconded.
The Malones arent leaving little Josie on her own. No matter how cute a Callahan boy is.
Okay.
You can call us Travellers.
Are you Travellers?
She shrugged. We were.
What does that mean?
Its a long story. Come on. Im not done showing you around. And remember ...
Right. No bigotry. Just ... absconding.
With a short laugh, Cella took Crushs hand again and led him over to the big tent set up in the field. Theyd had to up the size this year. This used to be just for human mates, but the last couple of years weve been getting a lot more of the hot breeds.
Cella walked into the tent, Crush behind her. With their own dance floor and their own barbeque pit, the other cats, wolves, bears, etc., lounged around in their heavy sweaters and ski pants with their thermals under that. Many of them still had on their jackets, but they all seemed to be having a good time.
Crush grunted and Cella looked up at him. What?
Are those African wild dogs?
Cella sighed, looking over at the dance floor. It was filled to capacity with completely sober wild dogs, howling, barking, and dancing to whatever eighties crap they were forcing the rest of the tent attendees to listen to.
Yeah. I dont really know why theyre here. I cant believe any cats invited them. Theyre not close to bears, and wolves can barely tolerate them.
Ive discovered that if theres a good party somewhere, wild dogs will find it and take over.
It used to be just one pack from out on the Island. Now theres like seven packs whove attended the last two years. I will say, my mom thinks its great. The wild dogs love to get married and my mom networks at these things.
Smart lady.
A hard fist rammed into Cellas back.
Hey.
Yep. Hard and unyielding. Why are you here? Cella asked Dee-Ann.
Its my day off. My mate says, Lets go out. Dress warmly. Next thing I know, Im trapped in the middle of nowhere New Jersey with cats, bears, wild dogs, and Blayne.
You know Blayne loves you.
Shut up. Smith nodded at Crush. How yall doin?
