Return to Sullivans Island-Lowcountry 6 by Dorothea Benton Frank

Author:Dorothea Benton Frank [Frank, Dorothea Benton]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Family Life, Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Women, Families
ISBN: 9781440727290
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2008-12-31T06:00:00+00:00

10

Tabasco Night

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Susan, Just, FYI, don’t get mad but Beth spent a bunch of money on contact lenses and a professional hair rescue. Cecily says she looks terrific. xx

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Well, good! She has two jobs, doesn’t she? Why would I get mad about that?

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Because you ain’t spent a hundred dollars on your own hair all your life?

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Unlike some people! xx

BETH STYLED HER hair in long fat ringlets held back with combs. It took some effort to keep them from frizzing out because of the humidity but she managed with the help of long clips, pinning them up until the last moment. Then she sprayed herself with a sample of cologne she found in the bottom of her makeup bag. She wished that night had already arrived so the heat of the day would have been on the wane. In addition, there was something peculiar about dressing for a date that would begin in broad daylight. But she relaxed knowing the cool air of night and the right atmosphere would all come soon enough.

At the last minute she was uncertain about wearing white. It seemed too young and virginal, not at all the image she wanted to convey. She put the dress on and looked at herself in the large living room mirror from as many angles as she could. It was the newest and most flattering dress in her closet, and so in the end she decided to wear it after all. Maybe darker lipstick and more mascara would make up the difference. So she worked on her makeup a little more and thought to herself that she had done all within her power to make herself attractive. If he didn’t think she was, well then, perhaps he was not so smart after all. She turned on the stereo and streams of “At Last” sung by Etta James drifted through the rooms. Although it was written and recorded long before Beth or even her mother was born, it still sounded contemporary. And very seductive.

Unlike their first dinner date, where Max arrived late to find her on the floor with a bloody lip and half strangled in stereo wires, on that particular evening Max was prompt and Beth was vertical. This time he would find her in the kitchen, folding the last of the laundry from her company and replacing a dish towel neatly on the rack. As she tried to make the old funky kitchen look like a magazine layout, she laughed to realize she had a strain of the Maggie Gene. Mike may have been right. Truly, she was becoming more and more persnickety about the tidiness of the house just like Maggie.

She heard his car and went to the screen door, opening it. It delighted her to see him coming up the back steps with a fistful of flowers for her. They were obviously from the grocery store but what did it matter? The florists were closed on Sundays, he had gone to some effort and she had to give him credit for that.

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