Slow Dances Under an Orange Moon (Colors of Love Book 4) by V.L. Locey

Author:V.L. Locey [Locey, V.L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-15T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

The next morning I ambled up to check on Dunny. He was tossing frozen corn at Sampson, who seemed to like Dunny a lot more than she liked me. After being chased in a circle several times, I threw myself in the back door, my loving grandfather laughing like a drunken hyena all the while.

“Nasty bird,” I huffed, standing behind the old man in the flowered robe and combat boots. “I’d be nicer to me if I were you, I’m the one searching for good eggs for you!”

She hissed at me. Her long neck stretched out like a damn snake. “Try feeding her. That works with most animals.”

“She’s a bird not an animal. I’m not rewarding her for chasing my ass.” I stomped inside and poured myself a cup of coffee. It was so strong I coughed and the mouthful I’d taken sputtered out of my mouth to dot my clean white T-shirt. “Jesus, Dunny, how many scoops did you use?”

“Ten, just like Rose used to do. Did you say you got eggs for Sampson?” He threw one final handful of corn to the winged menace then pattered back inside, the screen door slapping shut. I nodded, glad to see he seemed to have a bit more clarity today.

“Yup, I have to make a run out to Effie Jones’s place today and pick them up.”

He stared at me for the longest time, his hands covered with sticky corn juice, his gaze vacant.

“Dunny, you okay?”

“Rose put up corn. We bought it at Effie’s place. Her son grow’d it over at the big farm. We’d buy a bag of sweet ear corn and come home to tend to it. Blanch it, cut it off the cob, pack it into freezer bags. In the winter, we’d pull it out. Never tasted anything so good as sweet corn in January.”

I smiled at the recollection. “I remember helping you and Rose. Me and Davy ate more than we bagged, I think. Oh! Remember that beagle you used to have? Rosco. He’d steal the cobs out of the bucket and eat them like candy. Then he’d throw up all over the floor! Rose got so mad at him that one time, she threw a cob at him, and it hit you instead! Bang! Right between the eyes.” I laughed aloud at the memory of that glob of corn smack dab in the middle of Dunny’s forehead.

He stood there, glassy-eyed, silent, tiny bits of corn melting off his fingers to the floor.

“Dunny?” He blinked at me then started crying. Like out of the blue, his eyes welled up and tears ran down the deep grooves in his face. “Ah, hey, Dun, what’s wrong?”

I put my cup of coffee/turpentine to the counter and rushed to him, slipping an arm around his bowed shoulders. Christ the man was fragile.

“I miss Rose and Rosco,” he snuffled. Well hell. My eyes got a little blurry. “Can we do corn for the winter?”

“You bet. Soon as Effie’s son’s corn is ready,

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