Going Home (Cedar Valley Hauntings Book 1) by Renee Bradshaw

Author:Renee Bradshaw [Bradshaw, Renee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-10-12T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

My mind revolved around Bobby. Could I blame myself for what he had done to Jordan? It had been after our breakup, Bobby’s fault, but after I turned him in for theft at his job. My fault. I also remembered years’ worth of nasty things I said about Jordan when I was with Bobby. My fault. I drank more beer, and half-listened to Ken talk to one of Gary’s coworkers about a TV show.

Ken turned to me. “You seem like a nine fan. I can spot everyone’s favorite doctor.”

I hadn’t been listening, but saw that Ken expected some kind of answer from me. “Yeah, that sounds right.”

“He’s the great psychic of our time,” Jordan said.

“What can I say? It’s a gift,” Ken said.

Cecelia collapsed into the chair beside me.

“I’m so sorry about the other night,” she half-yelled, the smell of beer thick between us. Was it my imagination, or was her accent thicker again? Maybe the country music brought that out in her. “I invited Bobby that night, I thought it would be good for you. But, I didn’t invite him tonight if you’re wondering. We always meet here on payday. He’s not ever here. Not ever.”

“Yeah, it’s fine,” I said, hoping she would match my lowered tone.

“No, I mean, never. He’s never, never here.” She gripped my upper arm like she was relaying something more important than anything she had ever said. “I don’t want you to think I would do anything to mess up our friendship.” Friendship? I barely accepted that she was a relative, I didn’t think I was ready to use the f-word to describe her. “You mean so much to me. Kin is just so darn important.”

With that, she pulled me into her arms for another of her bone crushing hugs. Giving her two awkward pats on the back, I could do nothing more than wait for it to be over. Country music played on the dance floor. The twang reminded me of Dad. A headache formed between my temples. She pulled back, and I took in a deep breath.

She grabbed my beaded necklace. “You have one too!”

“My Aunt Dee made them.” Not sure why I added my.

“Your daddy gave me one, said it keeps the bugs away.” She pulled me back to her again, mashing our beaded necklaces together in her hand. “I thought I was the old country one till he gave me her stash! She had stuff even I didn’t know about.”

Stash? “He gave you Aunt Dee’s things? What things?”

She continued on like I hadn’t asked the question. “I like the way it looks; but the energy’s a real kick, too. I don’t know how it works.”

I pried my necklace from her fingers, pulled it up to my nose and took a big whiff. “The mosquitoes and ticks don’t like the smell of this wood; it’s about how my Aunt Dee cured it.”

Again with my, but she didn’t notice. In fact, she looked as blank as she looked drunk, I was surprised she could form words, let alone innocently insinuate we were hicks.

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