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love that sound. Weird,
right? But it makes me feel professional and sexy. I had worn my
favorite sweater dress today, a soft smoky gray color that has a
fitted top and sharp pleats that flow from just under my boobs to
just above my knees. I paired it with black leggings and my high
heeled black boots with the cute little double silver buckles on
each side. I had swept my hair up in a messy topknot at the back of
my head, and had put on a minimal amount of makeup. Usually, I only
outline my eyes in kohl, because that makes them really stand out
more than they already do from their unusual color. Already I could
tell it was going to be a busy day because the phones were ringing
off the hook.
    I’m a legal secretary for an attorney in the
town where I live. I live in Phillus. Its not a big town, kind of
small, really, in the southern part of Ohio. At least once a year
some genius gets the bright idea to spray paint the town sign over
the “i” with an “a”, and until the township catches it, we live in
“Phallus”, Ohio. Doesn’t that make you wanna visit?
    I snatch the phone up as I plop down at my
desk. “Good morning, Floyd Grim’s office, may I help you?” I said
breathlessly into the phone.
    A creaky, scratchy voice yells in my ear,
“Emma? Is that you?”
    I sigh. “Yes, Mrs. Allen. It’s me, Emma.”
    “Dear, I cant find Fluffers. I think that rat
bastard Doc next door took him again,” she rasped.
    “Mrs. Allen, we don’t handle those kinds of
cases. I told you that last week. And remember? Doc is the town
vet, he probably picked him up again to give him his shots,” I told
her in a gentle voice.
    Mrs. Allen calls at least once a week, and
the conversations usually have something to do with her forty-five
pound cat, Fluffers. A couple of years ago, she got ambitious and
brought him into the office because “he” wanted to sue Doc for
neutering him without his “mommy’s” permission. I think the cat
weighed almost as much as Mrs. Allen, and he was a nasty gray
furball that I think was white at one time. Don’t get me wrong, I
think Mrs. Allen takes care of him as much as she can for someone
who was born in 1824 (I’m kidding…it was more like 1482) but Doc
actually sneaks and helps her out.
    Mrs. Allen wasn’t done yet. “Well, can I sue
him for that? Fluffers doesn’t like needles.”
    I rolled my eyes and leaned back in my chair.
My other lines started to ring and I almost wept in relief.
    “Mrs. Allen, you cant sue him for that, its
helping Fluffers. My other lines are ringing, so I have to go,
okay? I’ll talk to you next week,” I told her.
    “Okay, Emma. I’m sure that rat bastard will
have done something more to poor Fluffers by then. Thanks, dear.”
With that, Mrs. Allen hung the phone up in my ear.
    I hit the button for the next line and gave
my greeting. Silence. Oh, well, guess they will call back. Reaching
to hit the next line key, I smiled as my boss walked in the door.
He’s a nice guy, been practicing law for all my life and even more
of his. He’s absent minded about a lot of things, but when it comes
to his cases, he’s sharp as a tack. And he pays pretty good,
so…
    Grabbing a file off the counter that I threw
up there for him, Floyd waved and ambled back out the door as I
answered the phone again.
    “Good morning, Floyd Grim’s office, may I
help you?” I said into the phone.
    “Ewwa!” someone yelled into my ear. Huh?
    “Ewwa, ith Awwie.”
    “Allie?” I asked.
    “Yeth. Awwie. I goth a pwobwem,” Allie whined
into the phone.
    Okay. “Allie, what’s going on? And why are
you talking like that?” I asked.
    “I nee’ yew to mee’ me on yew wunth bweak ath
my houth. Pweath,” Allie begged.
    This should be interesting. After promising I
would be at her house at noon, I hung up the phone with Allie and
got to work. The morning flew by in between phone calls and
clients, and in no time I had to meet Allie. I grabbed my keys and
locked up the office