Bitter Rain (Kate Fox Book 3) by Shannon Baker

Author:Shannon Baker [Baker, Shannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Severn River Publishing
Published: 2021-02-08T22:00:00+00:00

15

I dropped Kyle off at the courthouse and watched him hurry to his 1996 teal Chevy Silverado. Like Shelly’s car, despite some wear, it was clean and taken care of. I hadn’t put the cruiser into gear when, with a roar and rush, the sky opened up and great waves of rain crashed onto the hood. Everything beyond my windshield disappeared.

It only lasted a few minutes, but long enough so I thought about the children’s Bible in Doc Kennedy’s waiting room. If you weren’t quick, the other Fox kids grabbed the Highlights magazines and you got stuck with the illustrated book of horrors. One of the nightmare-inducing pictures was of Noah on his enormous boat beneath roiling black clouds, the animals apparently tucked away dry and safe, but people bobbing in the wild seas, their arms raised, screaming in terror, their last moments before succumbing to a hideous watery death.

“Good thing you made it onto the ark,” I said to Poupon. He didn’t open his eyes.

My phone rang, showing Louise’s ID. Since I was waiting out the storm, I answered.

“Thanks for picking up. I hardly ever get you without leaving a message.”

“Did you need something?”

“I love to visit with you, but yes, this time I’m calling to see if you’ve talked to Diane about Mom and Dad’s anniversary.”

Dang. “I don’t think she’s made any plans yet.”

Louise humphed. “I knew it. Let’s have a party at Mom and Dad’s. Leave it to me. All you have to do is tell Diane not to plan anything.”

Looked to me like the problem of making reservations just resolved itself. “She’ll be disappointed, but I’ll let her down gently.”

“Okey-dokey, then.” And away Louise went, leaving the strains of The Wizard of Oz Wicked Witch music wafting through my head.

When the deluge let up, Kyle was long gone. I headed home without stopping in to say good night to Betty and Ethel. They wouldn’t miss me, though Ethel would be sure to tell anyone how unreliable I could be.

Clouds hung low, blocking out the sunset. I craved a warm shower, comfy sweats, snuggling into bed with a novel, and drifting off to a long sleep. After the cold rain and running all over the territory, I felt like the lonely wilted lettuce I’d find in my fridge.

I yawned as I swerved around puddles on the gravel road leading to my bungalow. One of the advantages of the Sandhills was its amazing drainage; the area was basically a twenty-thousand-square-mile sponge. An inch of rain would trickle into the ground quickly, leaving little mud. But we’d had so much rain, the ground had soaked to capacity. As far as ranchers cared, rain, even an abundance of it, boosted spirits. We’d had too many drought years not to rejoice in a downpour.

I parked in front of my house, admiring the sparkling green lawn and making note to mow it as soon as it dried in the morning. At least Poupon cooperated and climbed out without balking. In the dwindling light, I dragged my bag of bones to the back to check on the garden’s progress.

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