Sun Scream by Barbara Silkstone

Author:Barbara Silkstone [Silkstone, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-20T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 24

Grams didn’t stop grousing until I pulled into my assigned space under the Sandy Shores Towers. I ran around the car and opened the passenger door. She handed me her candlestick and slowly lifted herself from the seat. The day had taken its toll.

I walked the little woman to her car while she fiddled in her pocket for the key. I returned her candlestick and then braced my feet and yanked open the Edsel’s door. The heavy vehicle was akin to a bank vault. How she ever managed on her own was a credit to nonagenarian guardian angels. “Would you like me to follow you home?”

She settled her bottom on her driving pillow and put the candlestick on the seat next to her. With a few fumbles she stuck the key in the ignition and gripped the hula-hoop steering wheel in her bird-like hands.

“Grams, I can follow you.”

“Can’t you tell when you’re being ignored? Don’t you dare follow me!”

“Then call me when you get home.” I closed the door and tapped the roof. The Edsel smoked out of the lot.

I waited until she disappeared and then made my way up the stairs on legs shaky from adrenalin withdrawal.

As I put the key in my door lock a craggy voice caused me to jerk. “If it isn’t my little shiksha. What are you doing?”

“What does it look like Myron?” With my frayed nerves acting like high-voltage wires I went into fight or flight mode. “What do you want?”

He put a finger to his lips. “Don’t be mad. I just want to apologize. Let me come in, doll.”

The last thing I needed was a lengthy visit from my former patient. Now that he wasn’t paying for therapy he took advantage of my time—besides he’d betrayed me by funding my new competitor.

“It’s been a killer day, Myron. Some other time.”

“You got a killer? A hit man? I’ll take care of it!” He puffed himself up like a tiny owl trying to look threatening. His years as a mob leader—whether real or imagined—were long past.

Myron ran a hand over his skull and looked around anxiously. An old habit or fear of being seen by Ivy LaVine? “I just want to know there’s no hard feelings between us. I was making my girlfriend happy. Is that such a bad thing?”

“It is a bad thing, Myron. I helped you out of a lot of sticky situations. You placed me in the middle of one. Our friendship is still there but it will take me time to feel good about you.”

With my right hand I turned the key in the lock while holding my left hand up to stop him from entering. “Not tonight, Myron.”

He dropped his head on his chest, sighed, and walked away.

I almost tripped over Puff as I stepped inside. I picked her up and locked the door. “Kibble or paté for dinner?”

After I’d tended to my kitty’s needs, I prepared a cup of chamomile tea. Mug in hand, I settled at the kitchen table to wait for Grams’ call.

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