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Morgan dried her tears and put the car in gear. It was time to go visit her mother again. She drove to the cemetery in Keeneston with a heavy heart. She had called her mother every Saturday at 3:30 for the next eight years . They had a relationship that was closer than any mother and child could have, and all in secret.
Then one Saturday she had called and Pam had picked up the phone. Morgan recognized the voice, but Pam had not. When she asked for Mrs. Hamilton , Pam tearfully told her she had passed away in her sleep last Saturday afternoon. Apparently after their last talk she had gone to take a nap and never woke up. The funeral was to be the next day after a service i n her honor.
Morgan had driven home, hidden in the back of the church and let the anger harden her even more. Her "father" hadn’t shed a tear. He was a peacock preening under the attention. When the service moved to the cemetery she had followed far behind. She had stepped into the old cemetery and hidden behind a huge m aple tree . Only after everyone had left did she go to her mother's grave and grieve. She laid red roses against the headstone and , with her hands , dug in the fresh dirt as she sat on her knees. She took off her necklace and placed it in the hole before covering it again.
"Now you two may enjoy peace and happiness, together," she whispered to her mother.
As she stood over her mother's grave now , she looked at the spot where she buried that necklace and knew that her mother was happy. Never back down. Well, she sure as hell wasn't going t o do that now, even for the only man she'd ever loved.
Chapter Eight
Kenna handed the last gift to Katelyn as Paige readied herself to take notes. Katelyn ripped into the large heavy gift and everyone oohed and aahed at the appropriate time.
"Thank you for the frying pan, Miss Violet . Gosh knows Marshall doesn't have too many of these lying around."
"Well, dear, they're good for keeping him in line too. A man might not remember you naggin ' at him, but he sure remembers a smack to the head with a frying pan." Miss Violet folded her hands neatly on her lap as the other ladies surrounding her nodded in agreement.
"I never tried a frying pan, I always , accid ently of course, dropped a horse shoe on Beauford's foot, " Katelyn's grandmother, Mrs. Wyatt, respon ded in her slow Georgian drawl.
"Well, a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do." Miss Daisy said as she started to pick up empty cake plates.
"Oh fidd le dee , put that down Daisy Mae. T his is my house and you're not cleaning up my granddaughter's wedding shower. Now sit down a spell and enjoy yourself."
"Well, now that the shower is over and most of the people are gone , I have something I want to know about," Kenna said as she took a seat next to her best friend, Danielle De Lucca Ali Rahman , who became the princess of Rahmi when she married Mohtadi Ali Rahman , or Mo to everyone who knew him. Dani had just found out she was pregnant at Christmas, but wasn’t yet showing.
"Oh! Gossip, do tell," Kate ly n giggled as she too joined the circle.
"Don't start without us !" Paige Davies Parker shouted from the other side of the room along with her similarly baby- toting sister-in-law, Annie Blake Davies. Little So phie and Ryan weren’t quite three weeks old yet and were enjoying being fussed over at their first outing.
"Well," Kenna began, " Last week when I was in town a black Mercedes pulled up at the courthou se. I thought it was Dani or Mo, and so I waved and waited for you to get out. Only, it wasn't you."
"Who was this impostor ?" Dani teased.
"Some woman with black hair and eyes so dark blue that they actually appeared to be violet. She looked l ike Elizabeth Taylor and with the diva attitude to match! Who is she?" Kenna asked.
"She's my sister," Pam said as she sat down with a glass of Rose sister special ice d tea.
"I never knew you had a sister." Kenna leaned forward along with Dani , Annie,
Morgan dried her tears and put the car in gear. It was time to go visit her mother again. She drove to the cemetery in Keeneston with a heavy heart. She had called her mother every Saturday at 3:30 for the next eight years . They had a relationship that was closer than any mother and child could have, and all in secret.
Then one Saturday she had called and Pam had picked up the phone. Morgan recognized the voice, but Pam had not. When she asked for Mrs. Hamilton , Pam tearfully told her she had passed away in her sleep last Saturday afternoon. Apparently after their last talk she had gone to take a nap and never woke up. The funeral was to be the next day after a service i n her honor.
Morgan had driven home, hidden in the back of the church and let the anger harden her even more. Her "father" hadn’t shed a tear. He was a peacock preening under the attention. When the service moved to the cemetery she had followed far behind. She had stepped into the old cemetery and hidden behind a huge m aple tree . Only after everyone had left did she go to her mother's grave and grieve. She laid red roses against the headstone and , with her hands , dug in the fresh dirt as she sat on her knees. She took off her necklace and placed it in the hole before covering it again.
"Now you two may enjoy peace and happiness, together," she whispered to her mother.
As she stood over her mother's grave now , she looked at the spot where she buried that necklace and knew that her mother was happy. Never back down. Well, she sure as hell wasn't going t o do that now, even for the only man she'd ever loved.
Chapter Eight
Kenna handed the last gift to Katelyn as Paige readied herself to take notes. Katelyn ripped into the large heavy gift and everyone oohed and aahed at the appropriate time.
"Thank you for the frying pan, Miss Violet . Gosh knows Marshall doesn't have too many of these lying around."
"Well, dear, they're good for keeping him in line too. A man might not remember you naggin ' at him, but he sure remembers a smack to the head with a frying pan." Miss Violet folded her hands neatly on her lap as the other ladies surrounding her nodded in agreement.
"I never tried a frying pan, I always , accid ently of course, dropped a horse shoe on Beauford's foot, " Katelyn's grandmother, Mrs. Wyatt, respon ded in her slow Georgian drawl.
"Well, a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do." Miss Daisy said as she started to pick up empty cake plates.
"Oh fidd le dee , put that down Daisy Mae. T his is my house and you're not cleaning up my granddaughter's wedding shower. Now sit down a spell and enjoy yourself."
"Well, now that the shower is over and most of the people are gone , I have something I want to know about," Kenna said as she took a seat next to her best friend, Danielle De Lucca Ali Rahman , who became the princess of Rahmi when she married Mohtadi Ali Rahman , or Mo to everyone who knew him. Dani had just found out she was pregnant at Christmas, but wasn’t yet showing.
"Oh! Gossip, do tell," Kate ly n giggled as she too joined the circle.
"Don't start without us !" Paige Davies Parker shouted from the other side of the room along with her similarly baby- toting sister-in-law, Annie Blake Davies. Little So phie and Ryan weren’t quite three weeks old yet and were enjoying being fussed over at their first outing.
"Well," Kenna began, " Last week when I was in town a black Mercedes pulled up at the courthou se. I thought it was Dani or Mo, and so I waved and waited for you to get out. Only, it wasn't you."
"Who was this impostor ?" Dani teased.
"Some woman with black hair and eyes so dark blue that they actually appeared to be violet. She looked l ike Elizabeth Taylor and with the diva attitude to match! Who is she?" Kenna asked.
"She's my sister," Pam said as she sat down with a glass of Rose sister special ice d tea.
"I never knew you had a sister." Kenna leaned forward along with Dani , Annie,
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