The Lucky Shamrock by Carolyn Brown

Author:Carolyn Brown [Brown, Carolyn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Montlake
Published: 2023-07-03T16:00:00+00:00

Dark clouds covered the sky, and the first big drops of rain hit the windshield of the van just as Clinton parked behind the shop that evening after they’d left the church. “I heard somewhere that rain on the day of the wedding brought good luck to the marriage,” he said.

“If the cotton and watermelon farmers around these parts find out about that, they might be willing to finance a wedding once a week,” Taryn said as she slid the side door of the van open. The idea of a cruise wedding had stuck in her head. She’d only been joking at the time, but after thinking about it, the idea didn’t seem so far-fetched. A vision of Clinton waiting at the front of a ship’s small chapel popped into her head. In her scenario, he wore a white shirt and khaki shorts, and she had chosen a simple white cotton dress. White baby rosebuds were tucked into her hair, and they were both barefoot.

The vision vanished when Zoe reached out her little arms for Taryn to take her out of the car seat.

Anna Rose looked up at the dark clouds. “Looks like we’ve got a toad strangler on the way.”

Clinton got out of the van and reached to take the baby from Taryn. “Yep, and Zoe and I are going to run between the raindrops and go right upstairs. We’ll see y’all in the morning.”

Jorja and Anna Rose had already made a beeline for the trailer without even looking back, but Taryn sat down in the rocking chair on the porch and watched Clinton until he and the baby were safe in his apartment. His limp seemed a little worse that night—but then, there had been a lot of lifting and walking involved in setting up the church for the wedding. Her legs and feet felt like they could use a massage or, at the very least, a long soaking bath in a nice claw-foot tub. Neither of which was going to happen that evening. The tub in the trailer’s bathroom was so shallow that when she sank down into it, her boobs still floated like two balloons, and the nearest place for a good massage was probably in Amarillo.

A streak of lightning lit up the sky in a long zigzag show, and thunder followed soon after. Then the rain got serious, falling in sheets so thick that she could barely even see a flicker of the light shining through Clinton’s apartment window.

Anna Rose brought out a kitchen chair and sat down on it, and together, they watched the rain for a while. “I love the smell of rain after a hot day.”

“Me too, and I don’t even mind the storm. Like that song that Miranda Lambert sings,” Taryn said.

“That would be ‘Storms Never Last.’ I like the line that talks about bad times passing with the wind. Too bad that can’t be our story. This wind could carry away the bad times that we’ve all three had to experience, especially the ones that Jorja went through.

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