Kate Collins - Sleeping with Anemone

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Maybe Abby Knight shouldn’t have chosen a home and garden show sponsored by Uniworld Food as the venue for her protest against the corporation’s harmful farming practices. But being bodily removed from the event won’t stop her campaign. Nor will a burning brick thrown through her flower shop’s window.
After she narrowly escapes being kidnapped three times, Abby calls in the big guns-her ex-Ranger boyfriend Marco and her friends and family. And then the stakes are raised by murder…

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As I stood there glaring at their double-wide backs, trying to decide if it was worth standing my ground, I noticed people watching us with grins and whispers, pointing to their teeth, no doubt spreading word of the jelly bean debacle. Would anyone take my petition seriously now? With a sigh, I pulled a cardboard box from beneath the table and began to stack my brochures inside.

“This is all my fault,” Mom said in despair.

“No, it’s not,” I replied. “The petition was my idea. And I guess I did push the envelope a little by bringing it here.”

“At least let us help you pack up,” Mom said. “Tara, put your phone away, please, until we’re finished.”

“In a minute,” Tara muttered.

“Would you write my name on your petition, Abigail?” Mom asked. “And let me know if you’re going to hold another rally? I want to be there.”

I paused to gaze at her in astonishment. “Really?”

“I did grow up on a farm, you know. Milking cows was one of my daily chores, and I certainly recall how the poor beasts would bellow in pain if I was late getting to them. I can’t imagine the kind of suffering they’d have every single moment of their lives with their udders swollen so full they look like gigantic watermelons. What Uniworld is doing is unconscionable, and I’m proud of you for taking a stand.”

“Thank you.” It wasn’t often she encouraged me to be a dissenter. Make that ever.

Tara showed me her cell phone. “Look! Mom says it’s okay.”

“What’s okay?” my mother asked.

“I’m taking Tara to a concert for her birthday,” I said.

“Correction,” Tara said. “You and Sal are taking me- if you hurry up and buy those tickets.”

“Who’s Sal?” Mom asked.

I gave Tara a fierce scowl. “You are not going to call Marco Sal… or Dreamy Eyes, or Hot Pockets, or any other silly name.”

“So…” She gave my mom a sly smile. “Uncle Marco, then?”

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With my materials boxed, I slipped on my navy peacoat, wrapped a green and blue plaid scarf around my neck, and put on my Kelly green wool beret, which Marco said brought out the Irish in my eyes. “Okay, I’m ready. Who wants to carry the flower arrangement?”

My mom was standing across the aisle with Tara, completely absorbed in a display of garden decorations.

“Hello. We need to get out of here,” I called, glancing at my watch.

“How about a birdbath for the backyard?” Tara asked, pointing to one of the items.

Mom shook her head. “Too common.”

I picked up the vase of flowers. “Let’s get going before the guards come back.”

“I like bright and cheerful and fun,” Mom continued, oblivious to my warning.

“Tara, will you grab my book bag?” I asked.

My niece turned around. “What?”

“The canvas book bag with the petition inside. Isn’t anyone listening?”

“Sorry,” Tara said, springing into action. She came to a sudden stop and pointed at my beret. “What is that- thing- on your hat?”

“A brooch,” I said, trying to juggle the vase and the box.

“A brooch ?” she chortled. “You’re wearing a brooch on your hat? Are you, like, the Queen of England or something?”

“May I slip in a reminder here?” I said. “I haven’t bought those concert tickets yet.”

“Seriously, Aunt Abby, promise me you won’t wear that nasty thing to the concert. I’d die of embarrassment.”

“Wear what nasty thing?” Mom asked, turning at last.

“Uh-oh,” Tara said with an intake of breath. “Darth Vader approaching, stage right, and he’s brought the storm troopers.”

I glanced up the aisle and saw Nils Raand, accompanied by a half dozen security guards, bearing down on us.

“Let’s move it, people,” I called. “Time to blow this planet.”

CHAPTER THREE

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We didn’t stop running until we reached my bright yellow car, where we paused to catch our breath, making white plumes in the frosty air.

“That was cool,” Tara said. “We escaped just in the nick of time, like in the movies.”

“They wouldn’t have dared to touch us,” I assured her. “It was all for show.”

“I’m not so sure about that,” Mom said as we stowed the supplies in my tiny trunk.

“Trust me, Mom, this isn’t the first time Uniworld has tried to unnerve me.”

“You never told me they tried to unnerve you,” Mom said, a frown creasing her brow.

“Because I knew you’d worry.”

“Thank you. Now I’m worried.”

“Nothing bad’s going to happen. PAR is behind me-Protectors of Animal Rights. Remember when I protested Dermacol Laboratory’s use of animals to test their cosmetics last summer? I did that with PAR’s help. We closed down a puppy mill last winter. And other PAR groups prevented two Uniworld farm factories from opening last year by rallying local citizens. No one got hurt either time.”

“Is PAR organizing the protests here in New Chapel?”

“That’s my responsibility.”

“But they’re here in town working with you?”

“No, but a very competent PAR representative is advising me. Naturally, Uniworld wants to stop the protests, but I refuse to let a few threatening letters scare me off.”

Mom gasped. “They’ve actually threatened you?”

Why didn’t I learn to keep my mouth shut? “In a polite way, like, ‘please cease and desist.’ I’m not dealing with gangsters, you know.”

“Can we go now?” Tara asked. “It’s, like, zero degrees out here.”

“In a minute, Tara,” Mom said. “Abigail, I’ve changed my mind. Let someone else try to stop that farm from opening. You have your whole life ahead of you. I don’t want to read in the newspaper one morning that your car was pushed into a ditch.”

No matter what the threat was, in her imagination, I always ended up in a ditch.

“That’s the problem with our society, Mom. ‘Let someone else do it. I’m too busy. I don’t want to be bothered.’ If everyone said that, we’d have huge, horrible problems, like drugs in our water supply, poisons in our plastic bottles, pesticides in our vegetables-”

“But we do have those problems,” she said.

“Exactly. Look, if it helps you worry less, all I’m planning to do for the moment is collect more signatures so I can take my petition to court and ask for an injunction. And what is Uniworld going to do about that? Shoot me?”

“I’m freezing here,” Tara called, rubbing her arms.

“What does Marco say about your protesting?” Mom asked.

“He’s behind me one hundred percent.” Although that figure might be subject to change when I finally got around to telling him about the threats. I gave Mom a hug. “Don’t worry about me. I know what I’m doing. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Can’t. Move,” Tara said through tightly squeezed lips. “Frozen. Solid.”

“You should have said something earlier,” Mom said, and pushed the button on her remote. Across the lot, her headlights flashed. “Go sit in the van. I’ll be right there.”

Tara still pretended to be frozen into a Popsicle. Mom turned to give me a hug, then held me at arm’s distance. “Be careful.”

I held up my hand. “Promise.”

“You promised to get engaged, but that hasn’t happened yet, has it?”

“It won’t happen any sooner because you keep asking, either.”

We locked gazes, glaring stubbornly. Then her gaze moved upward, landing on my beret. “Is that what Tara was talking about earlier?”

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