Tea for Two by Janice Thompson

Author:Janice Thompson [Thompson, Janice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-01-14T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

I Want to Know What Love Is

Politics, it seems to me, for years, or all too long, has been concerned with right or left instead of right or wrong.

Richard Armour

I didn’t claim to know much about politics but I did understand how the primaries worked. Mostly. On the 9th of February, just a few days shy of the wedding of the century, voters lined up at the polls in a faraway state called New Hampshire. There they would give some indication of Beau DeVine’s standings in the Presidential race. If the news stations could be believed, big decisions would be made, based on the outcome.

Not that I had time to think about the presidential race. I had other things on my mind: finalizing details for Beau and Victoria’s wedding. And even though this was just Tuesday, I felt as if things were now moving in warp speed. Half of me was terrified; the other half was happy to know the whole thing would soon be behind us.

I headed up to Parma Johns at lunchtime to meet with Scarlet. I needed to let her know that the guest list had grown by forty. This was now officially our largest wedding. . .ever. Where we would put all of the guests, I had no idea. We’d have to squeeze them into Club Wed like sardines.

Speaking of squeezing people in, I found Parma Johns crowded with lunch customers. Dean Martin’s Pennies From Heaven played over the loudspeaker and people munched down on the shop’s daily special, a large meatball pizza. Yum. I’d like to have a bite of that, myself. But first, to find Scarlet. I headed through the crowd to her adjoining bakery, Let Them Eat Cake.

Before I could make it, though, Galveston’s mayor rushed my way. He put his hand on my shoulder. “Bella, did you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“A reporter from the New York Times is in town asking lots of questions. Why didn’t you tell me that we had a presidential candidate coming to town? I would’ve put up banners. . .or something. This is a very big deal.”

“Wait. . .what?”

“Beau DeVine is getting married at Club Wed? Sunday night? This would’ve been helpful information.”

“But Mayor Bradley, it’s supposed to be top secret information. No one is allowed to know except the vendors and they’re sworn to secrecy.”

“Well, the cat’s out of the bag now. See that fella right over there?” The mayor pointed to a table where a man with salt and pepper hair sat across from Mrs. Hightower, one of the island’s most well-to-do women. “That’s a Mr. Jamison from New York City. Yep, New York City, sitting right here in Parma Johns on Galveston Island. He works for the New York Times. We’re going to be famous, thanks to this wedding.” He straightened his tie. “Do I look alright? I don’t have pizza sauce on my face, do I?”

“You look fine. But why is he talking to Mrs. Hightower?” I asked.

“Because she’s the head of the Republican Women’s League here in Galveston, so he thinks he can get some information out of her.

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