Small Town Rumors(22)

Jennie Sue popped a hand on her hip. “I didn’t leave him. He left me with nothing. No man is worth what I went through, so believe me when I say I don’t want a husband anytime in the near future. The feds are after him for tax evasion and have confiscated my house, my car, my jewelry, and everything I owned. He’s also wanted for extortion. Don’t give me a dressin’-down over cleanin’ houses, Aunt Sugar. And FYI, which is for your information, I don’t give a damn about my place in the Belles.”

Sugar backed up a couple of feet. “You settle down, Jennifer. That’s no tone to take with your elders. You mama said you’d gotten a bad spirit since the divorce. If you’ll straighten up, we can forgive one little rebellious week. We’ve all had our bad days, and we could use you on a dozen committees, with your business degree,” Sugar said.

“And I can’t serve on those committees unless I’m livin’ at home?” Jennie Sue asked.

“That’s life, darlin’.” Aunt Sugar patted her on the cheek. “You got to decide what’s important in the long haul.” She disappeared toward the bathroom on the first floor.

Jennie Sue stiffened her spine and walked outside, went straight to the bar, and asked for a mimosa with double the champagne.

“Jennie Sue,” Aunt Mary Lou squealed, “I told Charlotte that you were just havin’ a little anxiety attack. You should see my doctor for that. He’ll prescribe a little capsule that will make you feel at peace with the world.”

Carrying her mimosa with her, Jennie Sue crossed the patio and sat down in a lounge beside her mother. “I’m just here for the party, not for good. I start the first of my two jobs in the morning.”

“Did Dill send a car for you?” Charlotte asked.

“No, Lettie loaned me her truck for the day, but I need to be back by evening so I can drive her and Nadine to the fireworks.” Jennie Sue took a sip of the mimosa.

“Sweet Lord! Housecleaning and chauffeuring around those two old bats,” Charlotte gasped. “And driving that truck onto my property? Have you lost your damn mind?”

Jennie Sue took a big gulp. “Mama, I want to forge my own path. I don’t want to try to fill the mold that you have all these years. Let’s agree to disagree and get along.”

Charlotte’s expression almost had the plates and cups flying on their own. But she managed to compose herself and say, “You look like crap in that outfit. I swear, you’ve gained another ten pounds since yesterday, and your hair needs to be styled. Did you do your own toenails? You smeared the polish onto the skin on your pinkies.”

“But she’s goin’ to look better when we take her to the spa tomorrow, right?” Sugar sat down beside Jennie Sue.

Mary Lou came up on the other side and laid a hand on her shoulder. “You need to stop this nonsense. Let’s do lunch tomorrow, and afterward we’ll all get our nails done and maybe hit that new little boutique in Sweetwater for some decent new outfits.”

Jennie Sue set the remainder of her drink on the table and stood up. She bent down and kissed her mother on the forehead. “Thank you both for the invitations, but I have to work tomorrow. You look beautiful as always, Mama. Call me when and if you ever change your mind about what I’m doing. Y’all have a wonderful day.”

With her head held high, she walked back into the house and, avoiding even Mabel, went out the front door and circled around to the garage. Frank met her at the truck with his white handkerchief held out. She took it from him and wiped at a brand-new rush of tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Mabel heard what they all said and called me. I’m so sorry, darlin’,” he said. “I should call Dill.”

“No, don’t do that. It would just work Mama up more. He’ll be home today and I’ll talk to him then. Nadine and Lettie have invited me to their party, and they could use some help getting things ready the rest of the day.” Jennie Sue handed back the hankie. “Thanks, Frank. You and Mabel have always been here for me.”

“Couldn’t have no kids of our own, so we kind of adopted you.” He smiled through sad eyes. “We’re right proud of the way you’ve grown up.”

“Thank you.” She gave him a quick hug. “I’m glad you’ve been in my life.”

“Not been, honey—are in your life. If you need anything, you can call me or Mabel anytime, night or day. We’ll always be here for you,” Frank said.

Jennie Sue patted him on the shoulder, got into Lettie’s truck, and drove away from the house. How could so much happen in only two days? It seemed like six weeks since she’d gotten off that bus.





Chapter Five

Rick dressed in his best jeans and a mossy-green shirt that matched his eyes. He combed his dark hair straight back and laid a hand over the scar under his jawline on the left side. It had taken sixteen stitches to close that gash, but that was nothing compared to all the scars under his clothes. He looked like a Frankenstein character, with a total of more than a hundred stitches on his body. That didn’t count the scar that ran the whole length of his bad leg. Thank goodness for clothes.

A picture of Jennie Sue flashed through his mind. The streaks down her cheeks reminded him of the black on his face that he’d been wearing when he went on his last mission. A warrior in those days, he’d been somebody, not just that farmer’s kid from Bloom, Texas.