Small Town Rumors(82)

“Iris really is smiling.” He waved as he left the store.

A moment of instant panic set in. She went straight to the office, poured a cup of coffee, and called Lettie. “Guess what just happened?” Her voice sounded shaky in her own ears.

“Amos turned the store over to you, and you can’t clean for me and Nadine anymore. Don’t worry, honey, we saw this coming. One of Elaine’s cousins has agreed to come work for us. I’m sure she won’t do things like you, but that’s all right. We can live with a little less than perfect.”

Jennie Sue took a sip of coffee. “The other shoe is going to drop. This is all too good.”

“Nadine and I’ll be down there in thirty minutes, and we’ll talk. I’ve heard at least twenty stories this morning about what went on in that meeting yesterday,” Lettie said. “And we’ve got some confessions to make of our own.”

Had she really made the decisions that she had? That was what was on Jennie Sue’s mind as she waited on Lettie and Nadine. If she decided to back out of selling the company and the house, she could always sell the store to Cricket.

But if the books on a small business like this scare you, what’s a multimillion-dollar company going to do? Mabel’s voice was in her head as she picked up a chocolate doughnut.

“I went too fast, didn’t I?” she said aloud.

No, you didn’t. You listened to your heart, and I’m proud of you. This time it was Dill’s voice. Do what makes you happy, and tell the rest of the world to go to hell. Life is short. Live it the way you want to, baby girl.

She sat down at the desk and opened the ledger. Other than the fact that it was on paper and not a computer screen, it wasn’t so different from the mock-ups that she’d worked on in her online classes. Covered with dust, the laptop sat over on the end of the oversize desk. She flipped it open and turned it on to see what programs had been installed. Nothing but the basic things that came on the computer—no wonder Amos couldn’t figure out what to do with his bookkeeping.

She went back to the ledger, and right there on a sticky note in spidery handwriting was the number for a CPA. Jennie Sue poked the numbers into her cell phone, and a lady answered on the second ring.

“Good morning, this is Drummond CPA service, Annie speaking. What can I do for you today?”

“I’m Jennie Sue Baker and—”

The lady butted in before she could finish. “Amos has already called me. I will be glad to continue to do your books. But I hear that you are really smart, so you might just want to invest in a program and take care of them yourself.”

“If you do them, I’ll have more time to do what I want,” Jennie Sue said.

“Okay, then, I like to have them quarterly, by the first of the month, so I can get your taxes ready every three months. I’m in Sweetwater,” Annie said.

“I see your card stuck under the sticky note. So you’ll want them on the first of September. Do you want the journey tapes for the month, also?”

“You are smart,” she said. “Yes, the tapes from the cash register and the ledger and for goodness’ sakes, let’s get this stuff on the computer as soon as possible—then you can simply email me the whole thing.”

“I agree,” Jennie Sue said. “By the time everything is due again in January, I’ll have it transferred.”

After goodbyes, she’d just gotten off the phone with Annie when the bell rang in the front of the store. She picked up her lukewarm coffee and hurried that way. Lettie and Nadine had both already reached the sofa, and one look at their faces said something was terribly wrong.

“I don’t think I can take any bad news.” She slumped down in a chair.

“Did your first thoughts go to Rick?” Nadine asked.

Jennie Sue nodded. “He hasn’t called, and I’ve been worried about him.”

Lettie wrung her hands. “Well, it’s not him, but Cricket says he’s still an old bear, so she’s stayin’ out of his way. It’s us, and we don’t even know where to begin.”

“At the beginning.” Jennie Sue figured that they were going to offer to keep the bookstore for her on Thursdays and Fridays if she would clean for them.

“It all started a long time ago,” Nadine said.

Looked like it wasn’t going to be a problem with the house cleaning business after all, and it wasn’t Rick or Cricket. Jennie Sue’s heart and pulse slowed down to normal.

“Oh, we don’t have to go back to the first chapter of Genesis, when God created dirt,” Lettie fussed. “Everyone in town knows that we have an interest in Texas Red.”

“That’s where all that money comes from, but they don’t know how deeply we are into it. We own a major percentage of the stock there, and we’ve tried to buy Baker Oil for years, mostly because we were enemies of the Wilshires. Your lawyer called our CEO this morning. We don’t feel right buying it without tellin’ you because of all the past problems with the families.”

“And you are our friend, so you should know,” Nadine said.

“I knew you weren’t poor, but I’d forgotten about your family and Texas Red. I remember Daddy talking about it when the company was mentioned in oil-magazine articles.” Jennie Sue stumbled over the words.