Bad Azz Daddy: Cadillac by Jeanie Johnson & Jayha Leigh

Author:Jeanie Johnson & Jayha Leigh [Johnson, Jeanie & Leigh, Jayha]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Beautiful Trouble Publishing
Published: 2014-01-10T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“Hold on, girlie. I’m going for a record time.”

No one had to tell her to hold on, just like no one had to tell her to pray whenever Ms. Songs was behind the wheel of anything. Mel wasn’t going to say the woman was a menace but she was scooting up real close to the line.

“Don’t you just love it here?” Ms. Songs asked, completely unaware of just how much Mel’s stomach was flopping around.

“Uh-huh,” she responded. Mel was glad she had skipped breakfast; otherwise she would’ve been spewing it all over the windshield. That wouldn’t have done anyone any good.

A woman who was as far from high-maintenance as one could be, Mel could get used to a lot of things but she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to Ms. Songs’s driving. Still, she kept her complaints to herself because she liked spending time with the free-spirited woman. Ms. Songs was not just a mentor but a friend. Plus, Mel figured if Ms. Songs hadn’t killed anyone yet, she wasn’t about to start today. That didn’t mean she didn’t offer up a prayer when they finally arrived at the lodge.

“Amen,” Mel whispered.

“I heard that,” Ms. Songs said as she hopped down from the Suburban.®

“Did you hear God telling you to slow down and take the corners at a lower rate of speed?”

“Nope, but I hear your stomach growling, so come on. I need some coffee.”

In Mel’s opinion, the last thing Ms. Songs needed was anything with caffeine or sugar. Of course, that meant the woman was going to have both in large quantities. Shaking her head, she wiped her feet on the mat before entering the lodge.

If she thought there was chaos inside the vehicle with Ms. Songs, that was nothing compared to the chaos inside of the Jendayi Mystery Lodge.

“Mel! Mel! Mel!” was shouted to the accompaniment of hand clapping and foot stomping. All that was needed was for someone to break out a fiddle and it would’ve been an authentic jamboree.

“Um, hi,” Mel said suddenly wary as she stepped into the great room, and when she said “great,” she meant it. The room was cavernous, yet comfortable, and filled to the brim with people. People chanting her name. She wasn’t used to having her name chanted.

“Don’t be bashful, youngin’,” Ms. Songs said. “You’re the bee’s knees in these parts.”

“Why?” Mel asked.

“How quickly we forget. Fire & Brimstone and 1032 K. We’re almost sold out. I have your share of the gold in the safe next to your guns. Now sign autographs or whatever it is you celebrities do. Bask in the moment. Tomorrow, we need to head back to the still.”

“What do you mean we’re almost sold out? We made a hundred bottles, four days ago.”

“Yeah, we would’ve sold out sooner but some people are slow getting their gold here. Like I told them, you snooze, you drink swill instead of the best shine in these here United States.”

“I don’t think the saying goes like that, Ms.

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