Front Porches and Funerals: A Swamp Bottom Novella by K.A. Ware & Cora Kenborn

Author:K.A. Ware & Cora Kenborn [Ware, K.A.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Twisted Publishing
Published: 2017-02-19T05:00:00+00:00

Four

A Proper Homecoming

Savannah

Terrebonne Parish, LA

Addie hadn’t spoken a word the entire drive to the house after the will reading. I was pretty sure she was in shock. Hell, I was too after the way she’d left Zep LeBlanc gaping like a bass on the sidewalk. I didn’t miss the extra sway she’d put in her hips, or the way Zep’s eyes had been glued to her ass either. There was definitely more to that story, and one way or another, I was going to find out.

Gravel crunched under the tires as we bumped down the long drive leading to Pappy and Bab’s. Cars already filled the empty field at the back of the house; it looked as if half the damn parish had come to pay their respects.

“You ready?” Addie asked, finally breaking her silence as she maneuvered her fancy car to a space amongst the beat up and rusted cars and trucks.

“Not quite, but it’s nothing Babs’ vodka stash can’t fix,” I said, wiggling my eyebrows at her. It had the desired reaction.

Addie burst into a full belly laugh that echoed in the small car. I watched as she wiped away a few stray tears and attempted to compose herself once more. For a split second, I saw the old Addie. The Addie that had laughed freely at all the stupid shit I used to do and genuinely seemed to enjoy her life. It’d been a long time since I’d seen that girl and it made me even more determined to bring her back once and for all. I knew there was something going on with her and a feeling in my gut told me it all had to do with Shit Stain.

The smell of barbeque and crawfish filled the air as we climbed out of the car and made our way through the crowd of people milling around the yard. We stopped to say hello and give hugs to people we hadn’t seen in years. It was nice. That sense of community I’d missed for so long started to seep into my skin, and the clawing guilt and anxiety began to slip away. We were home, where we belonged. Now, I just needed to convince Addie.

Things were going well, and we listened and laughed as people told story after story about our Pappy. As the sun set, the tension in Addie’s shoulders slowly started to ease. Of course, it could’ve been the vodka I’d slipped into our drinks, but either way she seemed to be at least relaxing, if not having fun. It was a wake after all.

“Look what I found!” Jeremiah hollered to the crowd, holding up something I couldn’t see from my vantage point before launching himself off the front porch.

Oh, fuck, where the hell did he get a blow torch?

There were cheers of encouragement from the crowd, and Babs stood up from her rocking chair on the porch and pumped a fist in the air. “Let us burn all ze shit! Boom!” She yelled before slamming a shot of what I could only assume was vodka and immediately breaking into a coughing fit.

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