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havin' at least six kids. I was
raised in a big family and loved it. My husband was, too. We're goin' to spread
havin' em far apart though. We was thinkin' we'd have our last one when we're
in our forties. I'm twenty-two and my oldest sister is forty-four. My youngest sister
is eighteen."
"Goodness. That's quite an age
difference."
The woman grinned. "By the way, my name is
Mary and this is Martha." She nodded toward the baby.
"Hi, I'm Ann."
"So Ann, if you're hankerin' to have a
baby, you look plenty young enough. I saw a program on TV where women in their
fifties was still havin' babies."
Ann was saved from having to answer when the bus
honked and pulled under the awning. The noise startled Martha and she started
crying. Mary turned all her attention to comforting her child.
Ann waited inside the terminal until she saw
Molly being assisted from the bus by the driver. She rushed outside and called,
"Granny!"
Molly saw her and waved. Ann hurried to hug her
sweet grandmother. "Granny, you look wonderful. You've changed your hair
color."
"That's right, sweetie. No more of that blue
stuff for me. I've decided blondes have more fun. Do you think Newt will like
it?"
"I don't see how he couldn't. You've
changed your makeup, too."
"I went to one of those parties where the
gal gives you a makeover hoping to sell you a butt load of stuff. She did such
a good job on me, I bought a butt load and made her a good sales
commission."
The driver unloaded Molly's suitcase and Ann
lifted it. "I'm parked over here." Molly hoisted the strap of her
oversized purse across her shoulder and followed her.
After Ann got Molly's suitcase crammed in the hatchback
and Molly in the front seat, she started to close the passenger door, but Molly
stopped her. Ann looked down into her old, but still pretty face. Molly patted
her hand. "Thanks for having me. I'm as excited as a school girl. Haven't
felt like this since I was sixty and had a fling with that RV salesman. He
wasn't much to look at but he was sure good at…well, never mind, dear. He don't
hold a candle to Newt, though. I got a date tonight with my cowboy. He's takin'
me to a place called Sizzling Sicily for dinner. I can't wait to hear more of
his stories about the Old West. He makes me feel like I'm right there amongst
the gunslingers and saloon gals." She winked at Ann. "If all goes
well after I spring my surprise about us having an affair, I'll be home late.
I'll call and let you know."
"Uh, okay, Granny." Ann closed the
door. Molly was one of a kind.
When Ann pulled off the highway and through the
gates of Triple T, Molly asked, "How's that handsome cowboy you work
for?"
"Oh, Jackson is fine. He works very hard to
keep his ranch running smooth. I love taking care of the main house and it allows
him to do what he does best—raise cattle and horses."
"Ann, I hope you realize the man has it bad
for you. It was as plain as the nose on my face at Julie and Jacob's wedding.
When the two of you danced, I had to fan myself from the heat being generated."
"Wh-at? No, Granny, I don't think so.
Besides, I'm ten years older than him."
"What's that got to do with anything? I'm
several years older than Newt. Being older just makes us yummier to men. You
know, it's the seasoning that gives the flavor. Personally, I'm fond of chili
pepper."
Ann shook her head and chuckled. "Granny,
you are so funny." She turned onto the dirt road leading to her cottage
and followed it until it forked at the river. Turning right, she pulled in
front of her little home a few minutes later.
"Goodness, this is lovely," Molly
exclaimed.
"I knew you'd love it." Before Ann
opened her door, she laid her hand over Molly's blue veined one. "I'm so
glad you're here."
Molly placed her hand over Ann's. "Me too, Granddaughter."
Newt picked Molly up at seven looking dapper and
slicked down. When he entered the house and removed his Stetson, Ann wanted to
laugh out loud when she saw his thick grey hair gelled to
raised in a big family and loved it. My husband was, too. We're goin' to spread
havin' em far apart though. We was thinkin' we'd have our last one when we're
in our forties. I'm twenty-two and my oldest sister is forty-four. My youngest sister
is eighteen."
"Goodness. That's quite an age
difference."
The woman grinned. "By the way, my name is
Mary and this is Martha." She nodded toward the baby.
"Hi, I'm Ann."
"So Ann, if you're hankerin' to have a
baby, you look plenty young enough. I saw a program on TV where women in their
fifties was still havin' babies."
Ann was saved from having to answer when the bus
honked and pulled under the awning. The noise startled Martha and she started
crying. Mary turned all her attention to comforting her child.
Ann waited inside the terminal until she saw
Molly being assisted from the bus by the driver. She rushed outside and called,
"Granny!"
Molly saw her and waved. Ann hurried to hug her
sweet grandmother. "Granny, you look wonderful. You've changed your hair
color."
"That's right, sweetie. No more of that blue
stuff for me. I've decided blondes have more fun. Do you think Newt will like
it?"
"I don't see how he couldn't. You've
changed your makeup, too."
"I went to one of those parties where the
gal gives you a makeover hoping to sell you a butt load of stuff. She did such
a good job on me, I bought a butt load and made her a good sales
commission."
The driver unloaded Molly's suitcase and Ann
lifted it. "I'm parked over here." Molly hoisted the strap of her
oversized purse across her shoulder and followed her.
After Ann got Molly's suitcase crammed in the hatchback
and Molly in the front seat, she started to close the passenger door, but Molly
stopped her. Ann looked down into her old, but still pretty face. Molly patted
her hand. "Thanks for having me. I'm as excited as a school girl. Haven't
felt like this since I was sixty and had a fling with that RV salesman. He
wasn't much to look at but he was sure good at…well, never mind, dear. He don't
hold a candle to Newt, though. I got a date tonight with my cowboy. He's takin'
me to a place called Sizzling Sicily for dinner. I can't wait to hear more of
his stories about the Old West. He makes me feel like I'm right there amongst
the gunslingers and saloon gals." She winked at Ann. "If all goes
well after I spring my surprise about us having an affair, I'll be home late.
I'll call and let you know."
"Uh, okay, Granny." Ann closed the
door. Molly was one of a kind.
When Ann pulled off the highway and through the
gates of Triple T, Molly asked, "How's that handsome cowboy you work
for?"
"Oh, Jackson is fine. He works very hard to
keep his ranch running smooth. I love taking care of the main house and it allows
him to do what he does best—raise cattle and horses."
"Ann, I hope you realize the man has it bad
for you. It was as plain as the nose on my face at Julie and Jacob's wedding.
When the two of you danced, I had to fan myself from the heat being generated."
"Wh-at? No, Granny, I don't think so.
Besides, I'm ten years older than him."
"What's that got to do with anything? I'm
several years older than Newt. Being older just makes us yummier to men. You
know, it's the seasoning that gives the flavor. Personally, I'm fond of chili
pepper."
Ann shook her head and chuckled. "Granny,
you are so funny." She turned onto the dirt road leading to her cottage
and followed it until it forked at the river. Turning right, she pulled in
front of her little home a few minutes later.
"Goodness, this is lovely," Molly
exclaimed.
"I knew you'd love it." Before Ann
opened her door, she laid her hand over Molly's blue veined one. "I'm so
glad you're here."
Molly placed her hand over Ann's. "Me too, Granddaughter."
Newt picked Molly up at seven looking dapper and
slicked down. When he entered the house and removed his Stetson, Ann wanted to
laugh out loud when she saw his thick grey hair gelled to
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