Small Town Rumors(20)

“I’ll be back, Emily. I promise,” she whispered as she turned the truck around and drove toward the Baker estate. She wanted to cry or hit something or maybe just scream. The one thing she didn’t want to do was face her mother, so she pulled the truck off on the side of the road a mile from the house and said a silent prayer for strength to get through the day.

After several minutes she started up the engine and drove the rest of the way. She parked in front of the garage and inhaled deeply, let it out slowly, and got out of the old truck. She’d never needed a dose of energy more than she did right then. Going into the house with all the Belles in attendance, plus her mother at the center, would take more strength than even God could give her.

She touched the key to start up the engine again, put it in reverse, and go to Nadine’s. But Frank opened the door for her before she could do anything.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s the matter?” he asked.

“It’s been an emotional morning. I don’t think I can do this,” she whispered.

“That’s up to you, but if you are going to give it a shot, you’d best make a side trip through the bathroom in the garage. There’s black streaks runnin’ down your cheeks, and your mama will have a hissy if she sees you like this,” Frank told her.

“Thank you, Frank,” she sighed. “I might as well go on in and face the music since I’m already cried out.”



Rick’s truck bed was filled with paper sacks full of fresh produce that morning. With twenty stops to make in Bloom, it would take until lunchtime to get it all delivered. He’d thought about putting in a small produce stand out in front of his and Cricket’s house, but then he’d have to man it for several hours a day. A lot of his customers didn’t need to be out in the heat anyway.

His first stop was at the Baker place, where he took two huge bags of food up to the kitchen door and rang the doorbell. Mabel opened it immediately and motioned him inside. “Thanks so much for putting us first on the list. It helps so much today. Oh, Rick, these tomatoes are beautiful.”

“Thank you. Lots of water, healthy fertilizer, and bug spray. Be sure to wash them good,” he said.

Mabel pulled several bills from an envelope marked “Petty Cash” and handed them to him. “This is so much better than what I can get in the grocery store. Dill loves fresh food. Says it reminds him of when his mama had a garden.”

“Thank you. Let me know if you need anything else this week.” He was out the door when he saw Lettie’s old truck rumbling up the lane. He stopped and leaned on the porch post until the driver parked in front of the long multicar garage. Surely Lettie Clifford wasn’t coming to the Baker place to brag about Jennie Sue working for her.

Frank went out to the truck, then Jennie Sue followed him back into the garage. Rick left the porch and met them when they rounded the end of his truck. Jennie Sue. So much sadness filled her pretty blue eyes that he wanted to hug her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I’m fine . . . or I will be,” she said.

Her eyes and all that mascara streaking down her cheeks didn’t agree with her words, but he wouldn’t pry into her business. “Can I help?”

She shook her head and glanced over into the truck bed. “Did Mabel order all this?”

“No, only a couple of bags. I still have to deliver the rest,” he answered.

“It all looks good.” She forced a smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I love fresh better than frozen or canned. Could I get some delivered to my apartment once a week? If you’ll give me a couple of minutes, I’ll help unload it.”

“Wouldn’t want you to get those party clothes dirty. But about a delivery—I’d love to add you to my list. Here’s my phone number.” He fished a business card from the pocket of his shirt. “Just call me the night before you want it and tell me what you need. I can have it there the next day or bring it to you at Amos’s store. And I always take stuff to Nadine’s and Lettie’s on Fridays.” His heart kicked in an extra beat as he handed her the card. Jennie Sue would have his phone number. If she ever called, would they talk about anything other than tomatoes and watermelons?

“I’ll be in touch tomorrow night, so you can bring mine and Lettie’s at the same time,” she said. “Right now, I’ve got to get myself presentable so my mother doesn’t stroke out.”

“I think you’re beautiful even with war paint.” He smiled.



She dashed into the garage bathroom and washed off all her makeup. Her reflection stared back from the mirror above the sink. “I like this woman with no makeup, but I expect Mama would have a cardiac arrest if I showed up at her party like this.” She talked to herself as she got out an emergency makeup bag from her purse. She redid her mascara, brushed on a minimum of eyeliner and shadow, and then applied lipstick. It wasn’t what Charlotte would expect, but at least it was a compromise.

“How mad is she?” she asked Frank when she was back in the garage.

“Not quite as upset as she was when you brought home that guy who was studyin’ psychology for the weekend when you was in college. Lord, did that man have thoughts. She’s got all her friends around her right now, so she’ll keep her temper in check. You here for the party or for good?” He hugged her tightly.