Bayou Des Enfants by Lynn Lorenz

Author:Lynn Lorenz [Lorenz, Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FIC027190 FIC027310 FIC027000
Publisher: Hartwood Publishing
Published: 2018-12-10T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Scott pulled up to his mom’s house in the woods and parked.

“We’re here.”

“Wow. It’s even more in the woods than you!” Timothy stared out the window at the surrounding trees.

“The bayou is just down that path.” Scott pointed.

“Cool!” Timothy bounced. “Can she show us?”

“Maybe. Come on, let’s go.” He got out and waited for the boys.

Timothy climbed out, but Charles took his time, looking all around him.

“Expecting something?”

Charles shook his head. “This place gives me the creeps.”

Scott laughed. “Wait till you meet my mother.”

The boy gave him a funny look, but Timothy’s cry made them both turn.

“It’s a kitty!” Timothy stood on the porch, holding Scott’s mom’s huge black cat. Well, actually, the cat dangled from his hands; the bottom half, claws extended, swung side to side as Timothy rocked.

“You better put him down. He doesn’t like to be handled.” Or at least, Scott had never seen anyone touch or hold the animal.

But Timothy just grinned. “He likes me. He’s purring.”

“I think that’s a warning growl.” Scott came up the stairs. “He’s got sharp claws and teeth. If he scratches you, it’s going to really hurt.”

“Okay.” Timothy lowered the cat, which found the porch with all four feet, shook itself, and then strolled away, tail in the air.

“Come on, Charles. Let’s get this over with.”

“You make it sound bad.” He grimaced.

“Mais non. It is what it is.” He walked to the door and knocked.

In a few moments, the door opened, and his mom pushed open the screen door.

“Well, come on in!” She smiled at the boys.

Aromas wafted out of the door. She’d been baking. Scott’s mouth watered.

“Gingerbread?” He sniffed.

“Of course.” She winked at him.

“Hey, didn’t the witch in that fairy tale make gingerbread?” Charles stood in the doorway.

“No, cher. She made gingerbread from those pesky kids.” His mom cackled.

Charles stepped back, and Timothy sneaked in. “Smells good! Are they ready?”

“Sure are! Come on in and sit down. We can have some milk and cookies.” Timothy marched past her.

She glanced down at Charles. “If you dare.”

Scott laughed. “Quit scaring the boy.”

“Well, he’s got to be braver than his little brother.”

“I am.” Charles glared at her.

“So get going. We ain’t got all day, and I’m not air-conditioning the rest of South Louisiana.”

Charles entered, and the wicked old lady let the screen door slam behind him, making him jump. She laughed. “Kids today. No sense of humor at all.”

“Sit down on the couch, boys.” She pointed at it. “I’ll bring in the cookies and milk.”

“Do you have chocolate milk?” Timothy asked.

“Sure do. Got some chocolate syrup to mix in it. Is that okay?”

“Yes!”

“Whatev—” Charles caught Scott’s glare. “That would be nice.”

At least he was trying; got to give him some credit. Scott smiled at him, and Charles nodded back. Maybe his talk had done some good.

His mom brought the cookies and milk on a tray and handed them out. Timothy took two cookies, and Charles took one. Scott couldn’t resist one either.

“So this is my mom, Mrs. Dupree. She’s going to watch you while Ted and I are working.

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