LOVE, HOPES, & MARRIAGE TROPES by Abby L. Vandiver

Author:Abby L. Vandiver
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: amateur sleuth;Southern fiction
Publisher: Henery Press
Published: 2018-09-18T18:15:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

I’d been up since the crack of dawn.

It was the day of the Bumper’s funeral, but Auntie didn’t want to waste one minute of daylight. She wanted to go over to Angel’s Grace to start getting it ready for the awards dinner during homecoming weekend. And her shrill voice flooding the air up the steps and into my room served as a zealous, annoying alarm clock.

“Why do you have to do it this morning?” I said, yawning. I stumbled into the kitchen to get a caffeine rush to kick start my day. “And what are you doing here?” Rhett was sitting at the table, doing his usual. Eating.

“Good morning to you, too,” he said, a lump of food in his jaw.

“Be nice to Rhett,” Auntie said. She was standing at the stove, stirring in a pot. “He came to help.”

“What other reason would he be here?” I asked. “Isn’t that his job?”

“Romaine Gabriela Sadie Heloise Wilder!” Auntie said. “By all that is Holy, I did not raise you to be so rude. Or, condescending.”

“It’s okay, Babet. I know she appreciates me.”

I couldn’t help but to smile because that was true.

“What are you two up to?” she said.

“I guess Romaine should tell you that.”

“What Romaine?”

“I had a flat tire last night.”

“It was a little more than that.”

I frowned. I didn’t want to worry her, plus maybe since it was dark and late, I might have thought I was in more danger than I had been. Even perhaps I thought a little more happened than really did.

“What happened, Rhett?”

“She got ran off the road by some anonymous truck.”

“I didn’t get ran off the road,” I said.

“Did she?” Auntie looked at Rhett.

“That’s what she told me,” he said, smiling. I guess he enjoyed having me and auntie at odds.

“That’s not exactly what happened,” I said. “I got a flat. And,” I wanted to turn the table on Rhett, “he showed up out of nowhere. I think he follows me, Auntie.”

“Well, I could think of worse things,” she said.

Rhett winked at me.

“I think it’s kind of scary,” I said.

“You need to lay off the coffee,” she said and pointed at my cup. “It’s making you paranoid.”

“Did you wake me up this early to abuse me?”

“No,” she said. “I need your help.”

“Need your help,” I said at the same time.

“We need to make a run over to Angel’s Grace. We need to take over the mums and meet the caterer so I can show her the kitchen where she’ll prepare the food.’

“You’re just now getting the caterer?” I said. “This close to the dinner?”

“We had to change caterers. The one I had was hired to do the repast after the services today, too. She said she couldn’t do both in one week,” Auntie said.

“Wasn’t she contractually obligated to you?” I said.

“And what did you suggest I tell her?” Auntie said. “That if she did the repast I was going to sue her for breach of contract?”

“I guess that wouldn’t be a good thing.”

We left and went over to Angel’s Grace.

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