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Authors: Dixie Cash
Tags: Fiction, General, Chick lit, Humorous stories, Humorous fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Women, Texas
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from his dear Rachel’s death, they had to prove themselves to him.
He turned away from the phone and started for the refrigerator for a Coke, but was stopped in his tracks. To his shock and astonishment, a new message glared from the refrigerator door.
E P CAN HLP
“Oh, my God,” he whispered as a shudder passed over him. He had just told Debbie Sue he would call back tomorrow, but he walked back to the phone. Holding the business cardin his trembling left hand, he punched in the number and waited only two burrs before he got an answer. “Okay, I’ll do it,” he said. “Surveillance and the fortune-teller. But I’ve got conditions.” He outlined his expectations, then hung up.
He returned to the table, picked up the pen and drew another box around $3,000, give or take .
Debbie Sue disconnected and turned to Edwina.
“What’d he say?” Edwina asked.
“Not much. But he’s going for it. Surveillance and the fortune-teller. Those were his exact words.”
“No shit?” Edwina said slowly. “I didn’t think he’d agree to it.”
“I didn’t say he’s enthusiastic about it. He just said he agrees to bring Isabella and her granddaughter here. He’ll pay their room and board, but he’s got one condition.”
Edwina huffed. “What does he want, a money-back guarantee?”
“Sophia said her grandmother’s fee had to be paid up front, but Justin isn’t willing to do that. He wants her to prove she’s really got psychic powers before he pays her anything. He wants to, you know, kick the tires, take it for a test drive.”
Edwina shot straight up from her seat. “Holy shit, Debbie Sue. Don’t you dare let Isabella Paredes tell me anything about my future. I said already, I do not want to know a damned thing about it. I do not want to worry about things before they happen. I’d rather handle them as they come. Don’t you dare use me as a guinea pig. And I’m as serious as a heat rash about that.”
Debbie Sue patted the air with her palms. “Settle down, oh great one. You act like you’ve got a two-way radio plugged in to the spirit world. I’m the one she singled out and called by name, remember? How do you explain that?”
Edwina dropped to her seat again and covered her face with her hands. “Hell, I can’t even explain why rap music is so damn popular. Or why boys are wearing the crotch of their pants down to their ankles. How can I explain how a psychic knows stuff?”
Debbie Sue laughed. “When she gets here, maybe you can ask her about the rap music and the baggy pants. Then we’ll all know the answer to that. The point is, Ed, that she might be able to tell Justin something that will make him believe in her.”
“You vouching for her wasn’t enough for him?”
“Apparently not. But you heard me. I didn’t exactly give a glowing endorsement. Three thousand dollars plus expenses is a lot of money. I don’t blame him for being cautious.”
“Oh, hell, me neither,” Edwina said.
“I’ll work with him tomorrow on the details. And a room somewhere nice in Odessa.” Debbie Sue bit down on the tip of her nail, deep in thought. “Can you think of anything else?”
“I’m afraid to think of anything,” Edwina said.
The sound of an approaching car and the frenzied barking and whining of Jack, Jose and Jim, the Overstreet dogs, interrupted. “Buddy’s home,” Debbie Sue said and headed for the back door.
Stepping out the back door, she let the screen door closebehind her as she watched Texas Ranger James Russell Overstreet Jr.’s black-and-white cruiser creep up the quarter-mile caliche driveway. Her memory didn’t travel back far enough to recall when she hadn’t loved Buddy Overstreet. He had been in her existence for as long as she could remember. Sometimes she wondered if her life could go on if he weren’t a part of it. Not that their relationship didn’t require work and patience—more so on his part than hers, she readily admitted. She was stubborn and
He turned away from the phone and started for the refrigerator for a Coke, but was stopped in his tracks. To his shock and astonishment, a new message glared from the refrigerator door.
E P CAN HLP
“Oh, my God,” he whispered as a shudder passed over him. He had just told Debbie Sue he would call back tomorrow, but he walked back to the phone. Holding the business cardin his trembling left hand, he punched in the number and waited only two burrs before he got an answer. “Okay, I’ll do it,” he said. “Surveillance and the fortune-teller. But I’ve got conditions.” He outlined his expectations, then hung up.
He returned to the table, picked up the pen and drew another box around $3,000, give or take .
Debbie Sue disconnected and turned to Edwina.
“What’d he say?” Edwina asked.
“Not much. But he’s going for it. Surveillance and the fortune-teller. Those were his exact words.”
“No shit?” Edwina said slowly. “I didn’t think he’d agree to it.”
“I didn’t say he’s enthusiastic about it. He just said he agrees to bring Isabella and her granddaughter here. He’ll pay their room and board, but he’s got one condition.”
Edwina huffed. “What does he want, a money-back guarantee?”
“Sophia said her grandmother’s fee had to be paid up front, but Justin isn’t willing to do that. He wants her to prove she’s really got psychic powers before he pays her anything. He wants to, you know, kick the tires, take it for a test drive.”
Edwina shot straight up from her seat. “Holy shit, Debbie Sue. Don’t you dare let Isabella Paredes tell me anything about my future. I said already, I do not want to know a damned thing about it. I do not want to worry about things before they happen. I’d rather handle them as they come. Don’t you dare use me as a guinea pig. And I’m as serious as a heat rash about that.”
Debbie Sue patted the air with her palms. “Settle down, oh great one. You act like you’ve got a two-way radio plugged in to the spirit world. I’m the one she singled out and called by name, remember? How do you explain that?”
Edwina dropped to her seat again and covered her face with her hands. “Hell, I can’t even explain why rap music is so damn popular. Or why boys are wearing the crotch of their pants down to their ankles. How can I explain how a psychic knows stuff?”
Debbie Sue laughed. “When she gets here, maybe you can ask her about the rap music and the baggy pants. Then we’ll all know the answer to that. The point is, Ed, that she might be able to tell Justin something that will make him believe in her.”
“You vouching for her wasn’t enough for him?”
“Apparently not. But you heard me. I didn’t exactly give a glowing endorsement. Three thousand dollars plus expenses is a lot of money. I don’t blame him for being cautious.”
“Oh, hell, me neither,” Edwina said.
“I’ll work with him tomorrow on the details. And a room somewhere nice in Odessa.” Debbie Sue bit down on the tip of her nail, deep in thought. “Can you think of anything else?”
“I’m afraid to think of anything,” Edwina said.
The sound of an approaching car and the frenzied barking and whining of Jack, Jose and Jim, the Overstreet dogs, interrupted. “Buddy’s home,” Debbie Sue said and headed for the back door.
Stepping out the back door, she let the screen door closebehind her as she watched Texas Ranger James Russell Overstreet Jr.’s black-and-white cruiser creep up the quarter-mile caliche driveway. Her memory didn’t travel back far enough to recall when she hadn’t loved Buddy Overstreet. He had been in her existence for as long as she could remember. Sometimes she wondered if her life could go on if he weren’t a part of it. Not that their relationship didn’t require work and patience—more so on his part than hers, she readily admitted. She was stubborn and
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