Whiskey and Oak Leaves by Jaime Clevenger

Author:Jaime Clevenger [Clevenger, Jaime]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Fiction, General, Gay, Lesbian, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Medical
ISBN: 9781594930935
Google: As_4AQAACAAJ
Amazon: 1594930937
Goodreads: 143088
Publisher: Bella Books
Published: 2007-03-19T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

June

I kept my hand on the door, half thinking I might do something crazy like open it and call her back. Then I felt tired all over and let my hand drop down to my side. What the hell was I thinking? I pushed the curtain aside at the window by the door and glanced out at the Jeep. Meg had turned on her headlights but wasn’t driving away yet. I thought at first she might come back and ask me to change my mind. I had a good feeling I would, if she did. Two minutes passed and then the Jeep’s rear lights came on. I watched her pull out of the driveway and then dropped the edge of the curtain. I realized I’d been holding my breath and exhaled slowly. The phone rang. I didn’t want to talk to anyone except Rhonda. Of course, no one else would call this late anyway.

“I don’t know what to do about Chris. She’s left me three messages now.”

“Well, you could return her messages.” I sank down on the couch and cradled the phone on my shoulder. My eyes stung.

“June, do you have to be so logical?”

“Yes.”

Rhonda sighed. “I think I need to tell her how old I am. God, she’s only twenty-three. Do you remember the shit we got into when we were that age?”

“No. I’ve always been perfect.”

“Shut up, June. I’m serious. Do you think I should tell her my age?”

I’d already told Chris that Rhonda and I were the same age. It didn’t seem like it was a big deal to admit to being thirty-four. “I don’t think she cares how old you are.”

Rhonda didn’t say anything for a minute. We were used to thinking in silence and allowing the other to do that without making any judgments. Finally she said, “She’s only been legally drinking for two years.”

“What difference does that make?”

“It makes a huge difference. Bars, women. June, I’m too old for her.”

I could have told Rhonda that a week ago and we would have skipped all this drama. I moved the phone to my other ear and settled lower on the couch, pulling an afghan over my knees. The draft from the window was cool and I was getting sleepy. I stifled a yawn. “I don’t think Chris cares how old you are. She’s just having a good time.”

“I know. She’s just playing around.”

“Question is do you want to play?”

“No.” Her answer was muffled and followed by, “Yes. I don’t know, maybe. She’s sweet. Kind of reminds me of my college ex.”

“Because she’s twenty-three?” It needed to be said.

“Jeez, what the hell am I doing? Am I completely crazy?”

“Not completely, hon.” I promised her that Chris would be fine either way but that she should at least call her back and make some decision. Rhonda hemmed and hawed for the next five minutes and then finally agreed to call Chris. I told Rhonda about finding Mr. Hudson at the well. I wasn’t ready to tell her about kissing Meg.

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