Killer Green Tomatoes by Lynn Cahoon

Author:Lynn Cahoon
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2018-04-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“Your young man is quite the storyteller.” Mrs. Potter sat at the kitchen table Saturday morning sipping her coffee. “He has done so many interesting things.”

Angie sat a mushroom-and-swiss omelet in front of her houseguest. “Tell me about them. Ian and I don’t talk about the past much.” In fact, they didn’t talk much at all, at least not the last few weeks. Either he was swamped with work, or she was. Owning your own business was supposed to give you freedom, but really, all it did was make you work even harder.

She listened as Mrs. Potter gave her a blow by blow of the entire evening. As she was finishing, her phone buzzed with a text. She read it with a laugh. “Speak of the devil. He said to tell you he’d be by at six to pick you up for dinner.”

“I don’t know if I should go out with him again. I mean, the boy may get ideas.” Mrs. Potter cackled with glee. “Gotcha. You should have seen your face.”

Angie’s phone rang and she picked it up, thinking it was Ian. “Why are you calling me?”

“Because I wanted to talk to my grandmother?” Erica’s voice held a touch of humor and a touch of annoyance. “Is she around?”

“Oh, Erica, I thought you were…never mind. Of course she’s here. Every morning she’s tied to the kitchen chair. I move her at noon to the living room so she can watch her shows,” Angie teased. “It’s harder to tie her up in there, so Sheriff Brown loaned me his handcuffs. Nothing ever bad happens in River Vista, right?”

“You’re a funny girl. Can I talk to her?” Erica didn’t seem amused at Angie’s try at humor, but maybe the last few days had made her kind of edgy.

“Hold on.” Angie handed the phone to Mrs. Potter. “Don’t tell her I beat you every night directly at six p.m.”

“I definitely won’t tell her that, but I may mention the gruel for breakfast.” Mrs. Potter grinned, getting in on the action.

“Don’t forget lunch and dinner. Gruel is a good alternative for all meals.” Angie went to sit down on the couch with Dom, leaving Mrs. Potter to have some privacy. Dom looked up at her with soulful eyes. “Hey, buddy, tonight is a work day. I told you to get ready for these.”

He whined softly and laid his head down in her lap, apparently understanding that she was going to be gone from him for a while.

“No worries. Sunday I’ll take you on a walk down at the park.” The river canyon park was more aptly described as hiking, not walking, but Dom loved the area. He was always finding new and exciting things, like lizards and someone’s shoe. Now, how that person got off the trail with only one sneaker, Angie couldn’t imagine. The day they’d found that, she’d sat it near the edge of the trail, hoping someone would come back to retrieve it. Someone had, as the shoe was gone on their next visit.

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