Sammy hoped Meredith got the message. Up until now he had been able to shimmy up the old oak tree outside her window without anyone taking notice. Unfortunately, that new pesky bird feeder on the low branch of the tree allowed those grey squirrels to take full advantage of the free food. Sammy wondered if this wasn’t planned by Meredith’s father. Those damn squirrels looked so sweet and innocent but served as excellent sentinels, squawking anytime someone neared the base of the tree. The long branch that conveniently led to Meredith’s room has also been trimmed away.
The last time Mr. Walker caught his daughter with Sammy, all hell broke loose. She lost her phone and her privileges. Sneaking up the tree and into Meredith’s room had worked well until the squirrels started to frantically circle the tree chattering like crazy. It was loud enough that all the neighbors came out to check out the reason for the ruckus. He almost got caught. He hid in the bushes until after dusk waiting for the squirrels to nest for the night. Man did he have to pee!
It was 10 pm and as planned, Sammy took the small rocks and tossed them up to the window as a signal to Meredith. When the coast was clear, Meredith would turn on the light by her bed and Sammy would know it was safe to raise the ladder. It was 10:45 pm when the light came on. Finally! As Sammy climbed the ladder he heard her whisper his name. Just as he looked up, he was met with a deluge of water, bucket and all, causing him to slip and fall to the ground.
Above he saw Mr. Walker leaning out the window, laughing.
“I got your message, punk. Sorry I made you wait so long.”
Maybe Meredith just wasn’t the girl for him.
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