needed.
“Ok, Mr. Parr. I think… I think that I understand it all, I just can’t believe it. You go ahead, tell me what to sign, and I’ll do it,” Samantha said. Looking up at the heavens and shaking her head, she added under her breath, “Cheryl, you are a sneaky old bat, but thank you, both you and John, for what y’all did for me. I love you.”
Lee looked at Samantha like she had gone crazy. People didn’t openly talk to the dead in Heaven anymore. Most people didn’t even believe in that kind of stuff, but if they did they just kept it to themselves. He felt that this lady was obviously a bit wacko.
“Ok, madam. Just sign here and here, then fill out this portion,” Lee told her.
Samantha did as instructed, and just like that she was the owner of a diner and a home. She hadn’t been to Cheryl’s place since she passed. Samantha loved that house. It was a three bedroom ranch over near Westgate Park:; a beautiful place, and much nicer than her small apartment. But living there would mean that she and August wouldn’t live close by each other anymore, though.
“Ok, Mr. Parr, all done,” Samantha said. “Is there anything else I need to do? Where do I get the keys to the house and what not?”
“Well, I have the keys here. The final, formal deeds for the house and the diner will arrive in the next few days. But other than that, it’s official. You are the owner of both as of this moment. Congratulations, Miss Vann,” Lee said.
The possibilities opened up before her. Samantha thought of all that extra Credit she would receive, and thought of how much Credit she would save not having to buy a house. She was sincerely excited about all of it.
“I am also here on a different matter, Miss Vann,” Lee added. “As I said, I work for the state, and there is a new law that just passed last week. It’s part of my duties to visit all restaurants in town and let them know of this new law and make sure of their compliance. Due to an agreement with Montek, the government is now requiring all restaurants to have at least one Nutricator on the premises, so that everyone can choose to have the items on the menu cooked or created by a Nutricator.”
Samantha’s excitement flew out of the window in an instant. Her face grew bitter, and she said in a venomous voice, “That’s not right, Mr. Parr. Neither the government nor Montek… hHell, let’s be honest, we all know they’re almost one and the same… but they can’t tell me that I have to use their filthy, disgusting machine to feed people fake food. The whole point of places like these is that we only serve REAL food. They can’t’ take that away from me. They just… they can’t!”
Lee regarded Samantha without any emotion showing on his face and replied, “I’m sorry, Miss Vann. It’s the law.”
Chapter 7
MUSCADINE WINE
Tara fussed and fussed over the state of Samantha’s hair. She put it up, then let it down, and then repeated the process all over again.
“Sam, dear, I just can’t decide which way looks best on you,” Tara said. “You’re so damn good-looking that, either way, you’ll be the most beautiful bride this town has ever seen, but I want it to be perfect for y’all. What do you think:; up or down?”
“Oh sweets, it don’t matter to me,” Samantha said, beaming with joy. “The only thing I care about is walking down that aisle and marrying that incredible man, spending the rest of my natural- born life with him, having babies with him, and growing old together. These are the things that concern me at the moment, not my dang hair. Just put it up or down, and be quick; please and thank you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Tara replied with feigned annoyance. “Jeez, Miss Bossy Pants. Get a house, a diner, and a fiancé and all of a sudden you’re the queen of the world.”
“Tara, I’m sorry if that came off as rude. I’m just nervous, is all,” Samantha said, putting a hand on her best friend’s cheek.
“Ok, Mr. Parr. I think… I think that I understand it all, I just can’t believe it. You go ahead, tell me what to sign, and I’ll do it,” Samantha said. Looking up at the heavens and shaking her head, she added under her breath, “Cheryl, you are a sneaky old bat, but thank you, both you and John, for what y’all did for me. I love you.”
Lee looked at Samantha like she had gone crazy. People didn’t openly talk to the dead in Heaven anymore. Most people didn’t even believe in that kind of stuff, but if they did they just kept it to themselves. He felt that this lady was obviously a bit wacko.
“Ok, madam. Just sign here and here, then fill out this portion,” Lee told her.
Samantha did as instructed, and just like that she was the owner of a diner and a home. She hadn’t been to Cheryl’s place since she passed. Samantha loved that house. It was a three bedroom ranch over near Westgate Park:; a beautiful place, and much nicer than her small apartment. But living there would mean that she and August wouldn’t live close by each other anymore, though.
“Ok, Mr. Parr, all done,” Samantha said. “Is there anything else I need to do? Where do I get the keys to the house and what not?”
“Well, I have the keys here. The final, formal deeds for the house and the diner will arrive in the next few days. But other than that, it’s official. You are the owner of both as of this moment. Congratulations, Miss Vann,” Lee said.
The possibilities opened up before her. Samantha thought of all that extra Credit she would receive, and thought of how much Credit she would save not having to buy a house. She was sincerely excited about all of it.
“I am also here on a different matter, Miss Vann,” Lee added. “As I said, I work for the state, and there is a new law that just passed last week. It’s part of my duties to visit all restaurants in town and let them know of this new law and make sure of their compliance. Due to an agreement with Montek, the government is now requiring all restaurants to have at least one Nutricator on the premises, so that everyone can choose to have the items on the menu cooked or created by a Nutricator.”
Samantha’s excitement flew out of the window in an instant. Her face grew bitter, and she said in a venomous voice, “That’s not right, Mr. Parr. Neither the government nor Montek… hHell, let’s be honest, we all know they’re almost one and the same… but they can’t tell me that I have to use their filthy, disgusting machine to feed people fake food. The whole point of places like these is that we only serve REAL food. They can’t’ take that away from me. They just… they can’t!”
Lee regarded Samantha without any emotion showing on his face and replied, “I’m sorry, Miss Vann. It’s the law.”
Chapter 7
MUSCADINE WINE
Tara fussed and fussed over the state of Samantha’s hair. She put it up, then let it down, and then repeated the process all over again.
“Sam, dear, I just can’t decide which way looks best on you,” Tara said. “You’re so damn good-looking that, either way, you’ll be the most beautiful bride this town has ever seen, but I want it to be perfect for y’all. What do you think:; up or down?”
“Oh sweets, it don’t matter to me,” Samantha said, beaming with joy. “The only thing I care about is walking down that aisle and marrying that incredible man, spending the rest of my natural- born life with him, having babies with him, and growing old together. These are the things that concern me at the moment, not my dang hair. Just put it up or down, and be quick; please and thank you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Tara replied with feigned annoyance. “Jeez, Miss Bossy Pants. Get a house, a diner, and a fiancé and all of a sudden you’re the queen of the world.”
“Tara, I’m sorry if that came off as rude. I’m just nervous, is all,” Samantha said, putting a hand on her best friend’s cheek.
Similar Books
