Della (Cowboys and Debutantes Book 2) by Vivi Holt & Cowboys and Debutantes

Author:Vivi Holt & Cowboys and Debutantes [Holt, Vivi]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Black Lab Press
Published: 2017-06-03T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Della stared at the kitchen in dismay. Dirty dishes filled the sink, and every piece of silverware they owned was coffee-stained or encrusted with old food.

Honey, Francisca and Abella had just arrived, calling on her right before noon. The three women had sat in the living room with a direct view into the kitchen and hadn’t said a word about the disarray, but Della was embarrassed just the same. She knew she should offer the women something to drink and probably even a bite of lunch, but she didn’t have a clean cup or plate to serve it with. Francisca had even had to move a pile of Della’s soiled dresses from the settee before she sat down, shifting it to the floor.

A cockroach scuttled across the pile of dirty dishes, and Della screamed.

The three visitors rushed into the kitchen to see what was the matter. Abella grabbed a frying pan out of the sink and held it above her head, ready to mete out punishment to whoever had attacked her friend.

Della pointed at the cockroach and yelled again, backing as far away as the kitchen wall would allow her to flee. Francisca and Honey joined in with screeches of their own and scrambled back away from the creature.

Abella just laughed and brought the frying pan down on the insect, squashing it in one quick movement.

Honey clutched her chest and laughed with relief. “Oh heavens above, girl, you have got to clean up in here!”

Della grimaced. “I know, I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect visitors. I just don’t know what to do, it’s all so overwhelming, so I just leave it, in hopes it’ll disappear while I’m out.”

The women started laughing, bending double and struggling to regain their breath. Each time one of them saw the look on the others’ faces, they fell out again. Soon even Della joined them, seeing the absurdity of the situation.

Finally, they all calmed themselves and Abella rested her arm around Della’s shoulders, looking kindly into her eyes. “Oh, Della darling, if only it worked that way. Women everywhere would be able to spend their days with their feet up, sipping glasses of sherry and reading Moliere to their hearts’ content,” she said in her gentle French burr.

Della sighed. That did sound ideal.

“What does Señor White say about it?” asked Francisca, looking around in concern.

“Nothing, though I’m sure he’s disappointed. But I think he’s so happy I’m feeding him now, he’ll put up with just about anything from me.”

That set the women off again and they all guffawed as they made their way back to the sitting room. “Well, there is nothing for it,” said Abella with a frown. “We must help you clean up. We show you how it’s done, then you can make this place into a home for your wonderful husband.”

“Oh, thank you - I’d love some help.” Della felt the tears threatening again and wondered if she had become the kind of woman who cried at everything. A few weeks

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