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“Sam!”
    “Mmmm?”
    “What happened?”
    “She hurt herself,” he repeated.
    “Doing what?”
    “Picking up a box.”
    “Back issues?”
    “Knife fell out and cut her.”
    Debbie sucked in a breath and he
sighed.  Wait for it…
    “Switchblade?” she queried, almost
angrily.  “Some kind of dagger thing?  Hunting knife?  I knew it!  Those
kinds of people are trouble!  Oh my God, keeping weapons lying around in boxes
and-”
    “Butcher knife.”  Sam sprinkled a
little Seasol on the new seedlings to help give them a little boost after the
trauma of transplanting.  “It fell out of the box of cutlery.”
    That took the wind out of her
indignant sails.  “Oh.”
    Sauntering out to sit beside Sam, SJ
sniffed the seedlings.
    “So what was she like?” Debbie
asked.
    “Who?”  He gently pushed SJ aside.
    SJ responded by head butting his
hand.
    “The woman, of course,” shee
replied impatiently.
    “She seems nice.”
    “Covered in tattoos, I suppose.”
    “Not that I noticed.”
    With an equally impatient sigh,
Debbie moved back from the fence.  “I have things to do.  See you later, Sam.”
    “Yep.”  He eyed SJ, who had
reached out one paw and prodded a seedling.  “Cut it out.”
    SJ poked a little harder.
    Sam placed his hand on the cat’s chest
and pushed gently.
    SJ fell over.
    “Oh, please.  It wasn’t that hard
of a push.”
    SJ stretched and half rolled onto
his back, blinking at Sam.
    Grinning, Sam reached out and
rubbed his belly.
    Ah yes, this was the life.  Warm
sun, the scent of clean, damp soil, fresh air and a furry companion.  Could
life get any better?
    No sooner had the thought crossed
his mind than a frenzied yapping caught his attention.  Turning his head, he
looked in the direction of the noise to see, well, nothing.  The picket fence
hid anything from sight, and he couldn’t make out anything between the tiny
gaps between the pickets.
    Shrugging, he looked back around
to see SJ sitting upright, his head turned in the direction of the yapping, his
eyes big and round and his ears pricked. 
    “It’s all right, SJ.”  Sam ran his
hand comfortingly down SJ’s back.
    “Crusher!” A man’s voice yelled
out.  “Settle down!”
    Immediately silence fell.
    Crusher?  That name didn’t bode
well.  Sam couldn’t help but feel a spike of concern as he glanced back across
the street.  He certainly didn’t want SJ mauled by a dog.  “You stay on this
side of the street, SJ.”
    SJ resumed the sphinx position
beside Sam, but he faced the house opposite and Sam could just about see the
wheels turning inside his head.  He just hoped SJ had enough sense not to check
out the source of the noise.  Good thing he wasn’t allowed out after dark, and
he slept most of the day, but Sam still couldn’t help but worry that his cat
just might take it into his inquisitive head to investigate the yapper during
the day while Sam was at work.
    Maybe he should keep SJ inside for
a few days.  It wouldn’t harm him, he spent most of it snoozing anyway.
    Minutes later, one of the Harleys
in the drive roared to life and Sam, who normally couldn’t be bothered about
the goings-on outside his fence line, couldn’t help but glance across to see
the big, bald bikie straddling the Harley, Carly standing beside him and leaning
forward to plant a kiss on his craggy cheek.
    The skinny bikie was standing by
Carly’s side, an arm slung around her neck, and for the first time Sam wondered
if Carly was living with both bikies, as in living with them, sharing
the house, the bed…
    Darn Debbie for putting such a
thought in his head.
    Shaking his head, he reminded
himself that it was none of his business what other people did, as long as they
left him in peace and quiet to enjoy his solitude.  He valued his peace and-
    The roar of the Harley driving
away pulled his forehead into a frown.  Maybe peace wasn’t something he could
enjoy as much, not if bikies were going to start