This will be the end of Chapter 1, I am sending this with the rest of my book off for editing...then hopefully, publishing...contructive critisism welcomed!

Sonny . . . hmm? That doesn’t sound like a real name, it sounds more like a nickname for something else . . . ," Audrey replied with question.

"So Aud, are you staying for lunch? I have a perfectly scrumptious German-Dutch treat today, Corned beef hash, cherry noodle kugel, some delicious dandelion greens and apple salad to die for!"
Immediately, with favorable expressive style, Audrey responded, "Mmm, Mmm, good . . . I love when you whip up your specialties, Sarah! , I’m staying and I’m eating! ...and if I could, may I please have my favorite seat by the window today so I can enjoy some sunlight while I continue to read my book?"

Audrey sat for at least two hours deeply interested in her book, since its style was like she is, lofty!
She remained in the same position, eating and reading, sipping, and savoring every moment. Each page of her book provided a distinct and somewhat disconnected array of essays. Each complete in itself, and yet, in reading . . . it was like a romance. "Sarah . . . Do you think this guy Sonny is the romantic type?", Audrey asks. " How in the world could I tell, Audrey Hurley! You know me, I’ve never had a man and never want one either!", Sarah firmly expressed. "Men . . . their trouble, nothing but trouble!"

"Oh, I must stop for now, Sarah, and get my tail back home, my Pumpkin will enjoy these leftovers, if you could just, please, put them in a box to go. My cat goes wild over your corned beef! And it’s too bad, Sarah, but I think a man would go wild over your corned beef too’!"
"Fiddlesticks!" , Sarah sharply remarked.

Audrey was now walking much slower back to her car, thinking about all that she had read, wondering if she too strolled through life with a millstone around her neck . . . "What the hec is a millstone anyway?", she asked out loud to herself.

While driving back home, Audrey seemed to be in her own little world, but then, all of a sudden, out of the corner of her eye she noticed a sign that said, "Sheriff’s Department of Restigouche County."
Without hesitation she pulled a U-ey and parked her car in front of the Sheriff’s building.
Audrey went into the front office and said, "Hi! I’m Audrey Hurley, do you keep any information here on the volunteers they use at the fairgrounds? I am looking for someone in particular, and I do know he’s a volunteer and, well . . . I just thought . . . "
"Honey, you have come to the right place, this would be the only place that keeps that information! Who was it that your looking for deary?", the women behind the counter asked.
"Well, I’m not quite sure of his name, but I know he’s bald and smiley and goes by the nickname of Sonny," Audrey responded.
"Sonny, egh? The only "Sonny"I know of, is Wally, Wally Bullard and he’s as bald as a cucumber!"

"Did you say Wally? As in Walter? As in Walter Bullard?" ,Audrey asks in three separate questions filled with excitement.
"That’s him! That’s him! Do you know where he lives or how I can get a hold of him?", Audrey now asks with so much excitement she could barely stand it.
"Well sweetie, I cannot give out that information, but I can suggest you try and look for him, in and around all the area garage sales or antique auctions, he’s a real, Fred Sanford type a guy, always collecting junk . . . if you know what I mean."

Audrey quickly hopped back in her car, thinking about how every time she follows her spirit, something great unfolds! "Oh, I’m so, so glad I stopped there, I must tell Leash," she whispered to herself.

"Alisha, you are not going to believe this!", Audrey screamed through the phone.
I think I found Walter Dudley Bullard! Now I can find out about the lock of hair that’s between the pages of 408 and 409 and maybe Sonny can tell me all about his sweetheart, or his wife can tell me all about her Walter . . . and . . .
"Who’s he?" Alisha asked.
"Awe, Leash, you never listen to me . . . The guy in the book, my new old book, the lock of hair, the name written in it . . . Please, tell me your messin’ with my head!", Audrey answered back.
"Of course I’m messin’ with you! So, where is this lover boy, Wally,  hiding out?", Alisha kidding-ly asks.
" I stopped by the Sheriff’s office and they said he buys and sells all kinds of junk . . . any of the garage sales or antique auctions around here will probably reveal his presence."
"Reveal his presence? Who talks like that anymore, besides you?", Alisha responded.
"First thing, Saturday morning, you and I are heading to ALL the garage sales! We can nonchalantly walk around and see if we come across him and then . . . "
Alisha interrupts, "Ugh . . . Aud? What are you going to do, go up to every bald man with a happy smile and ask him if his name is Sonny . . . or Walter, I mean Wally?"
Audrey compassionately says, "Leash, I love you . . . you were listening to me, you remembered he was bald and smiley!"
"Any who, in answering your question, I guess that’s all I can do, his number is unlisted and besides, it sounds like a really, really fun adventure, don’t ya think?"

The rest of the week seemed to pass by so slowly . . . Audrey was not as focused on her classes as she usually is. Audrey and Alisha, both, are enrolled at the local community college. Audrey hopes to become a history teacher and Alisha wants to be an actress . . . a combination truly made in heaven!

Finally, Saturday arrived! Audrey was up early already talking on the phone to Alisha, preparing her favorite quick breakfast of graham crackers and milk and brushing her hair, all at the same time!
"O.K., O.K. I’ll be waiting out front, just hurry up, Leash!", Audrey said quickly, while taking another bite.

Three garage sales later, a trunk full of old magazines, some more old books, and about 100 little doodads later, Alisha seemed to be tired of playing and now giving up, says, "Aud, maybe he’s sick or something, you don’t expect to find him on the very first day, do you? Besides, what are you going to do with all this junk anyway?"

"I have a strong feeling he’s going to be at the estate sale, Leash, its right off of Main Street in Jacquet River, right near the train station. That’s a really old historic district and I bet the antiques there would definitely interest someone like Walter Dudley Bullard!", Audrey rambled.
"Now wait, I thought you said his name was Sonny, or was it Wally? , Alisha now mockingly adds.
"Well Walter is short for Wally!", Audrey quickly answered.
"Well, Ok, but his middle name might not be Dudley! Sounds like a real dud of a guy, egh?", Alisha responded with a snicker in her voice . . .
"Alisha Marie! , You are so rude and so, so pessimistic! If we get on Rt. 134, we’ll be there in no time and then if he’s not there, we’ll head home . . . deal?"
"O.K., girl, you got a deal, but I’m famished . . . Do you want to stop at Bertha’s or the canteen before we head out to Jacquet River?"
"No, no, we’ll eat afterwards. We might miss him!", Audrey exclaimed.