Trudy, Madly, Deeply by Delaney Wendy

Author:Delaney, Wendy
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sugarbaker Press
Published: 2015-08-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

ON OUR DRIVE home from the senior center, Gram chirped about how much she’d enjoyed our date while Steve’s revelation about Dr. Straitham reverberated in my brain, and my mood felt as flattened as the dead raccoon we’d passed back on 5th Street.

Within ten minutes of parking Gram in front of her TV, she was snoring. I could either hang around and listen to her snore while I waited for my mother to come home and play kissy-face with Barry Ferris on the front porch—

Shoot me now.

—or I could wrap my butt around a barstool at Eddie’s.

I left Gram a note, grabbed my car keys, and pulled into Eddie’s parking lot seven minutes later.

By the number of cars in the front lot, the usual weeknight bowling league crowd had assembled. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t see Steve’s pickup in the parking lot. It also wasn’t in his driveway, despite the fact that he’d left the senior center before me.

The image that Arlene planted in my head two hours earlier flooded back to me, only it wasn’t a bendy Suzy doing bedroom gymnastics. Another nimble blonde took center stage in my overheated imagination, bringing the picture of Heather working up a sweat with Steve into sharp focus.

I slapped my head to knock myself back to reality. “Stop it!” What did I care that he’d gone back to his skinny-assed, former girlfriend with the perfect hair?

Good for them if they were getting counseling and working things out.

And having great sex in the process.

“Stop it!”

I slammed my car door and headed for the main entrance, the parking lot gravel crunching under my feet.

The side door leading to the kitchen opened, and Rox appeared holding a plastic garbage sack in her hand. She narrowed her eyes at me. “What’s your problem?”

“You don’t want to know.” Not about Heather and Steve. It was high school all over again, and I refused to rekindle any more residual angst than I already had.

Rox tossed the garbage bag into a scarred green dumpster and dropped the lid with a clang. “Come in and tell Roxie all about it.” She held the kitchen entrance open for me. A warm wave of yeast, onion, and garlic venting from the pizza oven rolled over me as I stepped through the door.

“You look cute.” Her big brown eyes widened. “Been on a date?”

“With my grandmother. It was Tango Tuesday at the senior center.”

“Oh. It’s Tequila Tuesday here.”

Sheesh, couldn’t it be plain Tuesday in this town?

A cacophony of bowling balls beating down their intended targets in the adjoining building serenaded us as I followed Rox to my usual barstool.

“It’s a league playoff night so Eddie’s minding the lanes,” she said as she stepped behind the bar. “I make better margaritas than him, anyway. Want one?”

“You betcha.”

Less than two minutes later, she served me a fishbowl-sized margarita along with a frown chaser. “Okay, so talk to me. What’s the problem?”

Where did I start? I had an unofficial murder and a

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