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walked
away.
The nerve. He was the most odious man I'd
ever met, even if he smelled scrumptious. And had a smile that made
Grandmas across the entire county want to be young again.
“Oh, go hammer something,” I yelled.
He waved his hammer without looking over his
shoulder.
Chapter Twelve
“Mama, what were you doing? What happened?”
I asked as I stormed through the door.
Snickers let out a yelp as I handed him to
her.
“The cabinets are filthy.” She gestured her
head toward the kitchen.
“What does that have to do with the price of
eggs?” I asked.
“I’m getting to it. Just give me a chance.”
She paused. “So, I decided to scrub them down. I was wiping away
when I heard the front door open.” Snickers squirmed in her arms.
“I went to see who was there and the door stood wide open.” She
made a sweeping gesture with one arm. Her other arm held the dog
close to her chest. “Snickers was running down the steps.” She
patted at her damp head. Her hair was so shellacked any amount of
rain wouldn’t affect it.
“How’d the door open?” I asked. As if I
didn’t know. I needed to call my ghost hunting partners right away.
This place was a live one. No wonder Jim avoided my questions—he
knew about the haunting. He probably thought I wouldn’t buy the
place if I knew. I needed to get rid of the ghosts if I wanted to
turn this house around quickly.
“Hell if I know.” She shrugged. “I’m
positive it was closed. I guess the wind blew it open.”
Would she notice it wasn’t windy
outside?
“Well, he’s safe now.” I rubbed Snickers
behind his ears.
“Thank goodness,” she said and hugged the
dog tighter to her bosom.
“How about we get some lunch?” I knew she
wanted to hear about my ordeal. I sensed it, plus, I knew her.
Comfort food would ease my mood. As long as it wasn’t
mac-n-cheese.
“I can’t. I need to get home to your daddy.
He’ll be missing me.” She sashayed toward the door.
My father, bless his heart, was oblivious to
nearly everything. My mother had him wrapped around her bright
red-tipped finger. I didn’t bother to tell her about someone trying
to hit me with a car. She was worried enough as it was.
“Bye, Mama,” I gave her a hug and kiss.
“Be good,” she whispered.
“I’m always good,” I said.
She moved out the door onto the porch. “Try
to stay out of trouble, you hear? Call me,” she said over her
shoulder.
I watched her pull out of the driveway. When
I couldn’t see her car any longer, I turned my gaze to the small
brick ranch style house next door. The front lawn looked like a
golfing green, not a fallen leaf in sight. Reed wasn’t outside. He
was probably inside hammering something.
My near hit and run had left me flustered.
There were crazy drivers in this town, but that was extreme. I
stood in the middle of the dining room wondering where to start.
Paint? Floors? Heck, I needed to call a handyman. I knew the floors
needed work and the walls painted. The electric worked, so one less
thing to worry about. The bathrooms had old, chipped tubs, leaky
faucets, and out of date moldy tiles. My latest copy of Home
Renovation magazine said nothing adds value like a remodeled
bathroom, so I’d make those a top priority. I was anxious to get to
Home Depot and pick out colors. Warm shades like greens, yellows,
and reds were my favorites.
As I stood in the middle of the room, I
wiped my hands on my shirt and looked around the space. Sure, a lot
needed to be done, but I couldn’t allow it to intimidate me. There
was one thing I knew I could do on my own, though, and I’d brought
the materials. Apprehension made my stomach feel as if a ton of
rocks had been dumped into it. I’d scavenged in my Uncle Oscar’s
garage the other day when I found out my offer on this place had
been accepted and found supplies for patching the plaster wall in
the library. There was a hole the size of someone’s fist on the
left hand wall when you walked into the
away.
The nerve. He was the most odious man I'd
ever met, even if he smelled scrumptious. And had a smile that made
Grandmas across the entire county want to be young again.
“Oh, go hammer something,” I yelled.
He waved his hammer without looking over his
shoulder.
Chapter Twelve
“Mama, what were you doing? What happened?”
I asked as I stormed through the door.
Snickers let out a yelp as I handed him to
her.
“The cabinets are filthy.” She gestured her
head toward the kitchen.
“What does that have to do with the price of
eggs?” I asked.
“I’m getting to it. Just give me a chance.”
She paused. “So, I decided to scrub them down. I was wiping away
when I heard the front door open.” Snickers squirmed in her arms.
“I went to see who was there and the door stood wide open.” She
made a sweeping gesture with one arm. Her other arm held the dog
close to her chest. “Snickers was running down the steps.” She
patted at her damp head. Her hair was so shellacked any amount of
rain wouldn’t affect it.
“How’d the door open?” I asked. As if I
didn’t know. I needed to call my ghost hunting partners right away.
This place was a live one. No wonder Jim avoided my questions—he
knew about the haunting. He probably thought I wouldn’t buy the
place if I knew. I needed to get rid of the ghosts if I wanted to
turn this house around quickly.
“Hell if I know.” She shrugged. “I’m
positive it was closed. I guess the wind blew it open.”
Would she notice it wasn’t windy
outside?
“Well, he’s safe now.” I rubbed Snickers
behind his ears.
“Thank goodness,” she said and hugged the
dog tighter to her bosom.
“How about we get some lunch?” I knew she
wanted to hear about my ordeal. I sensed it, plus, I knew her.
Comfort food would ease my mood. As long as it wasn’t
mac-n-cheese.
“I can’t. I need to get home to your daddy.
He’ll be missing me.” She sashayed toward the door.
My father, bless his heart, was oblivious to
nearly everything. My mother had him wrapped around her bright
red-tipped finger. I didn’t bother to tell her about someone trying
to hit me with a car. She was worried enough as it was.
“Bye, Mama,” I gave her a hug and kiss.
“Be good,” she whispered.
“I’m always good,” I said.
She moved out the door onto the porch. “Try
to stay out of trouble, you hear? Call me,” she said over her
shoulder.
I watched her pull out of the driveway. When
I couldn’t see her car any longer, I turned my gaze to the small
brick ranch style house next door. The front lawn looked like a
golfing green, not a fallen leaf in sight. Reed wasn’t outside. He
was probably inside hammering something.
My near hit and run had left me flustered.
There were crazy drivers in this town, but that was extreme. I
stood in the middle of the dining room wondering where to start.
Paint? Floors? Heck, I needed to call a handyman. I knew the floors
needed work and the walls painted. The electric worked, so one less
thing to worry about. The bathrooms had old, chipped tubs, leaky
faucets, and out of date moldy tiles. My latest copy of Home
Renovation magazine said nothing adds value like a remodeled
bathroom, so I’d make those a top priority. I was anxious to get to
Home Depot and pick out colors. Warm shades like greens, yellows,
and reds were my favorites.
As I stood in the middle of the room, I
wiped my hands on my shirt and looked around the space. Sure, a lot
needed to be done, but I couldn’t allow it to intimidate me. There
was one thing I knew I could do on my own, though, and I’d brought
the materials. Apprehension made my stomach feel as if a ton of
rocks had been dumped into it. I’d scavenged in my Uncle Oscar’s
garage the other day when I found out my offer on this place had
been accepted and found supplies for patching the plaster wall in
the library. There was a hole the size of someone’s fist on the
left hand wall when you walked into the
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