Small Town Rumors(84)

“I was about to call you. They want to buy the company and the house for the CEO that they plan to send up here to take over Lawrence’s position. He’s asked to step down to a less stressful place, so Texas Red said they’d let him choose a new position before they make decisions about the rest of the staff. Looks like everyone will still have a job. It’ll take a while for the official signing, so you’ve got some time to take care of the personal property,” he said. “You still have time to change your mind. We can back right out of the deal if you want.”

“No, thank you. My mind is made up,” she said. Now if only she could figure out exactly what she wanted to do with her folks’ ashes, she’d have most of the big decisions made.

“Anything else?” Justin asked.

“Just that property I’m interested in,” she said.

“I’ve made a phone call. That’s in the works. Want to quibble with him over price? It’s a little high, considering the fact that you’ll have to have an easement to even get back to it,” he said.

“Just give him the asking price and get the deed to it, but I do want all of it, mineral rights included,” she said.

“Going to start your own oil business?” Justin asked.

“Nope. I don’t care what’s under the dirt and roots to the mesquite trees. But I don’t want anyone else to ever come in there and tell me they’re putting an oil well in my backyard, either.”

“Smart woman. I’ll get on that right now. Call me if you think of anything else,” he said.

“Thank you.” Jennie Sue touched the screen and slid the phone back into her purse. It hadn’t even reached the bottom when it rang.

“You can’t do this.” Frank’s voice cracked. “Your lawyer sent over papers for us to sign, and oh my Lord, Jennie Sue. This is too much. We can’t take your money like this.”

“You can and you will. You’ve given your whole lives to the family, and now it’s your turn to do whatever you want with the rest of yours. I love both of you so much, and this makes me happy.” Jennie Sue’s eyes welled up with tears. “Please, Frank, don’t make me all sad again. I’ve had enough of that.”

“‘Thank you’ isn’t enough,” Frank said.

“That goes both ways. I can’t ever thank y’all enough for all you’ve done for me since the day I was born. Now start plannin’ your bucket list, and then do whatever is on it,” she told him.

“I couldn’t ever tell you no.”

“Then don’t start now. Let me talk to Mabel.”

“She says that she’s crying too hard to talk to you now, but she’ll call later.”

“Tell her that I love her,” Jennie Sue said. “See you later.” Saying that brought her dad to mind and put still another lump in her throat.

“Yes, you will.”



“So have you talked to Rick?” Lettie asked when she got into the front seat of Jennie Sue’s car that evening to go to the Sweetwater Monument location.

“Not yet, but I’m going to tonight after we get this job done. We need to get things settled,” she answered.

“You are right. Rick has wallowed around in this mood long enough. My opinion is that you should get up every morning and decide if you are going to be happy or miserable. Me, I choose to be happy most of the time. Evidently someone is going to have to kick Rick in the seat of the pants to get him over this attitude,” Lettie said.

“When Lettie chooses to be miserable, I stay the hell out of her way,” Nadine said from the back seat.

“Sometimes everything is like either a dream or a nightmare.” Jennie Sue turned south toward Sweetwater. “I still have to tell the Belles that I’m not joining their club. I imagine Daddy smiling and Mama throwing things when I think about it.”

“Sounds to me like you are keeping one foot in reality,” Nadine said.

There was little traffic on the road from Bloom to Sweetwater that evening, so it didn’t take long for them to arrive at the monument place. Jennie Sue got out and went straight toward a small heart-shaped white stone sitting on the lawn for display. “I want this for my baby.”

“Then you should have it,” a lady said as she came out of the small building. “I’m Rachel Carter. You must be Jennie Sue Baker. You mentioned the possibility of three when we talked. Do you have an idea about the other two?”

Jennie Sue took her phone from her purse and showed the lady the pictures that she’d taken. “As near like these as possible.”

“I’ve got a whole book full of adornments. You can have a rose or a book or even a deer or a bull on them if you want,” she suggested.

“Just plain. Names, dates, and that’s all. But I want my daughter’s name on the front of the heart one, and on the back it should be engraved with ‘Daughter of Jennie Sue Baker.’ Can you do that?”

“I sure can. Let’s go inside and we’ll fill out the forms. I’ll have them all ready in two weeks,” she said. “I’ll call before we deliver so you can have someone come and show us exactly where to set them.”

“That would be Randall from down at city hall. He takes care of the cemetery,” Nadine said.