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mother, and I’m an only child. Her late husband, my uncle, didn’t have any siblings either.” Keith couldn’t hold his testiness in check. Bertie shifted in her seat, glancing up when Sara Jean reappeared with their dinners.
“Here you go,” Sara Jean said in a cheery voice as she placed the red and green Fiestaware plates piled high with food in front of them. “Uh, Mr. Morgan, would you mind signing this picture for my little brother? I didn’t realize who you were until Cal told me. My brother, Danny, is a big tennis fan. He plays over at the Jaycee Park, but their courts are in really bad condition and the nets are always torn—”
“Yeah, sure.” Keith reached for the computer printed picture of himself, serving at some tournament a few years ago. He scribbled his signature with Sara Jean’s purple Sharpie. He tried not to think about the pinnacle of his career, when he trained eight hours a day to prepare for a tournament. He shoved the autograph back to Sara Jean as he went for his beer.
“Gosh, are you going to be training here in Harmony? Imagine having the Prince right in our backyard playing tennis. Maybe you could do something about those awful courts and—”
“Thanks, Sara Jean. I think Cal needs you at the bar,” Bertie said, surprising him as he gripped the Mason jar until he thought the glass would shatter in his hand. Bertie waited until Sara Jean crossed the crowded bar before continuing.
“Francesca has been like a mother to me and Cal. She was a godsend when my mother got sick and died. We’ve always called her Aunt Franny, but I’ll stop if it makes you uncomfortable. I certainly don’t mean to take your place,” she said, sounding defensive as she drizzled a little dressing over her salad, moving her food around with her fork.
“Hell, I don’t care if you call her Queen Elizabeth. I only wanted to know what your relationship is with her.” Keith forked a bite of chicken with the black beans and rice in his mouth. The flavors surprised him as his taste buds jumped to life. The food had a definite Cuban kick that he loved.
“Look, we both know this has the makings of a huge disaster where neither one of us will be getting what we want. I don’t know what Aunt…uh, Francesca was thinking, but all I have to do is say—”
“Bertie! I love those pillows with the extra row of ruffles. I want you to make a matching one for Sweet Tea’s dog bed.” A terrifying lady dressed in a jean skirt with red and white ruffles on the bottom clipped across the terrazzo floor to their booth wearing red, white, and blue cowboy boots. A closer inspection revealed tiny rows of ruffles outlining her denim vest. Bertie’s pretty, creamy complexion turned as red as the lady’s T-shirt with Git-R-Done written across her monstrous chest.
“Hey, Dottie. What brings you to the Dog tonight?” Bertie asked in a faint voice.
Dottie hoisted herself up into the booth forcing Bertie to move over. “I came for the music and the four-dollar pitchers of beer, but I’m staying to meet the Prince here,” she said as she stuck out her right hand featuring long, fire-engine red nails and diamond and gold rings on every finger. Keith almost burst out laughing at her platinum-blond Mae West hairdo and the thick mask of makeup she wore, which probably required a jackhammer to remove every night. He guessed her age to be anywhere from fifty…to death.
He shook her bejeweled hand. “Keith Morgan. It’s a pleasure to meet…”
“Dottie Duncan. She owns the Toot-N-Tell. It’s a chain of drive-through convenience stores,” Bertie said, pushing her plate away. She hadn’t taken more than three bites of her dinner, seeming to have lost her appetite.
“That’s right. I sell everything from milk to cartons of cigarettes. All you gotta do is pull up and toot your horn. Got sixteen stores throughout the state. I understand you’re settin’ down roots right here in Harmony. How come? Not that I’m
“Here you go,” Sara Jean said in a cheery voice as she placed the red and green Fiestaware plates piled high with food in front of them. “Uh, Mr. Morgan, would you mind signing this picture for my little brother? I didn’t realize who you were until Cal told me. My brother, Danny, is a big tennis fan. He plays over at the Jaycee Park, but their courts are in really bad condition and the nets are always torn—”
“Yeah, sure.” Keith reached for the computer printed picture of himself, serving at some tournament a few years ago. He scribbled his signature with Sara Jean’s purple Sharpie. He tried not to think about the pinnacle of his career, when he trained eight hours a day to prepare for a tournament. He shoved the autograph back to Sara Jean as he went for his beer.
“Gosh, are you going to be training here in Harmony? Imagine having the Prince right in our backyard playing tennis. Maybe you could do something about those awful courts and—”
“Thanks, Sara Jean. I think Cal needs you at the bar,” Bertie said, surprising him as he gripped the Mason jar until he thought the glass would shatter in his hand. Bertie waited until Sara Jean crossed the crowded bar before continuing.
“Francesca has been like a mother to me and Cal. She was a godsend when my mother got sick and died. We’ve always called her Aunt Franny, but I’ll stop if it makes you uncomfortable. I certainly don’t mean to take your place,” she said, sounding defensive as she drizzled a little dressing over her salad, moving her food around with her fork.
“Hell, I don’t care if you call her Queen Elizabeth. I only wanted to know what your relationship is with her.” Keith forked a bite of chicken with the black beans and rice in his mouth. The flavors surprised him as his taste buds jumped to life. The food had a definite Cuban kick that he loved.
“Look, we both know this has the makings of a huge disaster where neither one of us will be getting what we want. I don’t know what Aunt…uh, Francesca was thinking, but all I have to do is say—”
“Bertie! I love those pillows with the extra row of ruffles. I want you to make a matching one for Sweet Tea’s dog bed.” A terrifying lady dressed in a jean skirt with red and white ruffles on the bottom clipped across the terrazzo floor to their booth wearing red, white, and blue cowboy boots. A closer inspection revealed tiny rows of ruffles outlining her denim vest. Bertie’s pretty, creamy complexion turned as red as the lady’s T-shirt with Git-R-Done written across her monstrous chest.
“Hey, Dottie. What brings you to the Dog tonight?” Bertie asked in a faint voice.
Dottie hoisted herself up into the booth forcing Bertie to move over. “I came for the music and the four-dollar pitchers of beer, but I’m staying to meet the Prince here,” she said as she stuck out her right hand featuring long, fire-engine red nails and diamond and gold rings on every finger. Keith almost burst out laughing at her platinum-blond Mae West hairdo and the thick mask of makeup she wore, which probably required a jackhammer to remove every night. He guessed her age to be anywhere from fifty…to death.
He shook her bejeweled hand. “Keith Morgan. It’s a pleasure to meet…”
“Dottie Duncan. She owns the Toot-N-Tell. It’s a chain of drive-through convenience stores,” Bertie said, pushing her plate away. She hadn’t taken more than three bites of her dinner, seeming to have lost her appetite.
“That’s right. I sell everything from milk to cartons of cigarettes. All you gotta do is pull up and toot your horn. Got sixteen stores throughout the state. I understand you’re settin’ down roots right here in Harmony. How come? Not that I’m
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