Abby took a deep breath and turned the corner to find her friend, Cheryl on the bench. She wasn't entirely sure that she was the best one to help Cheryl look for a bedroom furniture for Cheryl's three year old son, but Abby enjoyed the big furniture warehouse south of town. Abby had fond memories of spending time in the furniture store as a kid, sharing hotdogs with her family, trying to soak up air conditioning on a hot summer day. Abby didn't change her furniture frequently, but she always liked to see the new styles and see what other people liked when it came to furnishings. Cheryl and Abby had been friends since grade school, although Abby had no children of her own she did babysit sometimes for her long-time friend. Cheryl looked deep in thought as she led the two of them across the store.
"I guess you wanted me along for safety advice?" Abby asked, chuckling. She was a physician and knew somethings about children, but certainly not everything.
"At least I talked Pete into watching the kids or we'd have chaos," she said, recognizing Abby's attempt to say she wasn't qualified to be a part of the shopping trip.
"Why didn't you want Conner to pick out his own big boy bed?" Abby asked using the phrase Cheryl had used when she begged her to join her on this outing.
Cheryl laughed a deep hearty laugh similar to those from high school or college. "Abby, you are hopeless," she snickered, nearly out of breath from laughter,"You don't let a three year old pick out furniture."
"My bad," Abby said.
They had almost made their way to the children's furniture section when a man ran right into Cheryl. Thankfully both of them saw the crash coming so no one ended up on the floor.
"Cheryl," cried the man who looked from Cheryl and Abby and exclaimed again, "Abby."
Abby immediately recognized him, "Eddie Spenser!" He didn't look very different from college, tall, with slim build, a strong jawline, light brown hair spiky on the top and beautiful blue eyes. Yeah, maybe he had a few more creases on his face, but it had been over fifteen years since college.
"How the hell are ya?" he asked, then added,"You two look great."
Yes, he was always a charmer, Abby reminded herself. She wondered how much she had changed since college.
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