The Final Service by Gary W. Moore

Author:Gary W. Moore
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION / War & Military
ISBN: 9781611212952
Publisher: Savas Beatie
Published: 2016-05-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The phone rang a sixth time. Sandy ignored it and carried the groceries inside and placed them on the kitchen island. Only Tracey would let it ring this long.

“Hello, Tracey.”

“Hey, Shadow, how’d you know it wasn’t your tall, dark and handsome stranger calling?”

“Because he just did,” she teased. “Besides, he rings once then hangs up, counts to five, and calls again.”

“What? Are you serious?”

“Heavens no, silly,” laughed Sandy, shifting the phone to her shoulder and holding it in place with a tilted head so she could work on the first bag of groceries. “Have you forgotten you were my maid of honor?”

Tracey exhaled. “You made me nervous there for a minute.”

“Anyway,” continued Sandy, “he doesn’t show any interest in me, at least not in that way. In some kind of weird way I don’t understand, though, I think we’re becoming friends.”

“Just watch your step,” cautioned Tracey. “I’ve said it before. I don’t think a man and a woman can rendezvous in an old barn every day and not get into some kind of relationship. And this guy is a mysterious hot stranger who seems to care about you at a time in your life where you may have some emotional weakness.” She paused before adding, “He could take advantage of you.”

Sandy rolled her eyes as she emptied the second grocery bag, removing a bottle of merlot and studying its ruby color in the light of the window. “Thanks for your concern but I’m not emotionally weak.”

“Are you sure?”

“Did you call for any purpose or just to harass me?”

“Harassment is my specialty,” laughed Tracey. “What’s up tonight?”

Sandy had a corkscrew halfway into the bottle. “Steve was going to bring home some pizza, but I left a little early and decided to cook a nice meal for him and the girls—who may or may not remember me. We’re celebrating! Steve won his big case!”

“I heard!” shouted Tracey so loud Sandy nearly dropped the phone. “It’s all over town. Tell him congratulations!”

“I should have known everyone in town already knew.” Sandy filled a goblet with wine and stuck the cork back in the bottle, shifting the phone back to her left hand. “And yes, I’ll tell him, Tracey. Thanks.”

She hung up and took a large gulp from her glass, washing it around her mouth before swallowing it slowly. If she didn’t love Tracey so much she’d have to kill her.

When the phone rang again Sandy snatched it off the wall. “What now?”

“Huh? Mom?”

“I’m sorry, Emiley, I thought it was Tracey.”

“No problem. May I bring someone home to eat with us tonight?”

“Sure. Who?” asked Sandy.

“Just a boy from school. Just a friend.”

“Does this boy friend he have a name?”

“Mom!” screeched Emiley, “he’s not a boyfriend!”

“I’m just repeating you,” teased Sandy as she took another sip from her glass and began pulling spices down from the cabinet. “Does this boy, who is only a friend, have a name?”

“Bill.”

“Bill Buck?”

“Don’t make a federal case out of it. Geez, Mom.”

“You know, Bill’s a drummer, right?”

“Mom! You gotta’ stop judging my friends by their choice of musical instruments.

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