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The last beams of sunlight fade away behind the houses across the street. The soft sound of yarn being pulled out of its roll is drowned out by the chatter of a news anchor on the tv. Cheryl Austin sits in her chair, crocheting a boot cuff out of a deep blue yarn. Occasionally she looks up when her husband speaks, or when something interesting happens on the tv. In streaks her two dogs, Koko and Andi, growling and yipping at each other playfully. Suddenly, Andi notices her mistress and begins to bark. Cheryl has obviously been given this signal many times before. She sets her work down and stands to let the dogs out. The little black one, Andi, is eager to go out, but the larger dog, Koko, must be coaxed out. With another small sigh, Cheryl steps outside. “Come on, Koko, let’s go outside,” she encourages. Koko hesitates, …show more content…
“Well, I used to be 5’10’’ and a half. Now I’m probably just 5’10’,” she says with a laugh. She has short brown hair threaded with gray that she pins out of her face with two brown barrettes. Upon her nose sits a pair of glasses, though if it’s sunny outside you might catch her with an odd set of sunglasses clipped to her regular pair of spectacles. Often she wears cute button up shirts with short sleeves and pretty patterns. Sometimes the shirts are colored with light blue and yellow plaid or pink and purple flowers, but whatever she’s wearing, it’s sure to be a delight. She also wears brown slip on shoes or sneakers, which peek out from under her light blue jeans. “A grandmotherly figure,” she adds with a chuckle. When you’ve goofed something up, you’ll surely know from the rather stern look of disappointment she’ll pin you down with. Normally, however, she has the kindest smile, and is the least intimidating woman you’ll meet. She may not have blinking lights and signs sticking out around her, but her appearance definitely says “I’m a nice person, treat me

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