her early sixties, walked to the open doorway. “Oh Connor, you need to take a break. You’ve been tied to your desk too much. Take the offer from this beautiful lady and run with it.”
Connor didn’t realize Caitlyn had overheard the conversation and was slightly embarrassed. “I can if it is okay with you and it won’t burden you too much.”
“I can handle it. You two kids just go and enjoy yourselves.”
“I’ll come by tomorrow after I’ve had time to plan everything and get you to make our overnight accommodations,” said Willow.
“That’s fine. I’ll be happy to do whatever.”
“Okay, see you then. Connor, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
Leaving McKenzie Towing, Willow was pleased with the change of plans. I should let Connor make more of our decisions, but sometimes he is just too slow . Parking Rupert’s car near the entrance to the grocery store and with a short shopping list in hand, Willow made her way to the fresh vegetable and produce section. After placing a 5-pound bag of red potatoes in her shopping cart, she wheeled around and ran into the pervert from the gas station.
“Are you following me?”
“No ma’am. I just happened to walk up on you by accident.”
Raising her voice slightly, Willow said, “You better get out of my sight. If I call Connor and tell him you’re stalking me, no telling what he’ll do to you.”
“Yes ma’am. Please don’t call Mr. Connor. He scares me. I’m gone.” Hurriedly, the man walked away, disappearing toward the back of the store.
After going through the self-check-out aisle, Willow briskly walked through the parking lot ever mindful of the cars and people around her. Driving out of the parking lot and onto Pemberton Boulevard, she searched the street for any sign of the old, hair-lipped pervert.
Turning left at the signal light, a smile broke across her face as she drove through Marcus Bottom and through downtown Vicksburg. In a few minutes, she was cruising along Historic Highway 61 North headed to Connor’s house. At the intersection of Highway 61 and the new 61 bypass, she was stopped by a large 18-wheeler that had overturned, dumping a huge pile of recycled metal onto the highway.
Willow was stopped for more than an hour as the highway crews picked up all of the metal shards scattered across four lanes. Looking up the line of traffic and across the 61 bypass, she saw a familiar vehicle pass in front of her. It was Connor in his old green Ford pickup. She called his cell number saying, “Hey you just passed me. I’m hung up in traffic.”
“Are you in that traffic jam with the 18-wheeler?”
“Yes, I am.”
Laughing, Connor said, “Well, I guess dinner is going to be late tonight.”
“Not funny, Connor.”
“Willow, do you see the big Miller Petroleum business on the frontage road?”
“Yes.”
“Can you get to it?”
“I think so. I’ll have to do a U-turn and drive across the shoulder. I won’t get stuck, will I?”
“No, the shoulder is hard and once you get to the gravel road, you’ll be okay.”
Making the U-turn, Willow headed back toward Vicksburg. She drove about one hundred yards, and then turned onto the shoulder across a small ditch and upon the gravel road. With Connor still on his cell phone, she said, “Whew—I made it.”
“Willow follow the gravel road to the service station then get back on 61.”
“I’m rolling again. See you in about ten. Why don’t you start the grill? The potatoes and vegetables won’t take very long.”
Willow wheeled Rupert’s White Ford LTD up Connor’s winding driveway coming to a screeching stop in the three car drive through garage.
Connor, standing in the doorway, turned. “My. You’re giving your d addy’s car a work out. It hasn’t been driven like that in several years, if ever.”
“Dearest, I was up here earlier today and I’m excited about the prospects for the night, and don’t want to waste any time. Help me with the
Connor didn’t realize Caitlyn had overheard the conversation and was slightly embarrassed. “I can if it is okay with you and it won’t burden you too much.”
“I can handle it. You two kids just go and enjoy yourselves.”
“I’ll come by tomorrow after I’ve had time to plan everything and get you to make our overnight accommodations,” said Willow.
“That’s fine. I’ll be happy to do whatever.”
“Okay, see you then. Connor, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
Leaving McKenzie Towing, Willow was pleased with the change of plans. I should let Connor make more of our decisions, but sometimes he is just too slow . Parking Rupert’s car near the entrance to the grocery store and with a short shopping list in hand, Willow made her way to the fresh vegetable and produce section. After placing a 5-pound bag of red potatoes in her shopping cart, she wheeled around and ran into the pervert from the gas station.
“Are you following me?”
“No ma’am. I just happened to walk up on you by accident.”
Raising her voice slightly, Willow said, “You better get out of my sight. If I call Connor and tell him you’re stalking me, no telling what he’ll do to you.”
“Yes ma’am. Please don’t call Mr. Connor. He scares me. I’m gone.” Hurriedly, the man walked away, disappearing toward the back of the store.
After going through the self-check-out aisle, Willow briskly walked through the parking lot ever mindful of the cars and people around her. Driving out of the parking lot and onto Pemberton Boulevard, she searched the street for any sign of the old, hair-lipped pervert.
Turning left at the signal light, a smile broke across her face as she drove through Marcus Bottom and through downtown Vicksburg. In a few minutes, she was cruising along Historic Highway 61 North headed to Connor’s house. At the intersection of Highway 61 and the new 61 bypass, she was stopped by a large 18-wheeler that had overturned, dumping a huge pile of recycled metal onto the highway.
Willow was stopped for more than an hour as the highway crews picked up all of the metal shards scattered across four lanes. Looking up the line of traffic and across the 61 bypass, she saw a familiar vehicle pass in front of her. It was Connor in his old green Ford pickup. She called his cell number saying, “Hey you just passed me. I’m hung up in traffic.”
“Are you in that traffic jam with the 18-wheeler?”
“Yes, I am.”
Laughing, Connor said, “Well, I guess dinner is going to be late tonight.”
“Not funny, Connor.”
“Willow, do you see the big Miller Petroleum business on the frontage road?”
“Yes.”
“Can you get to it?”
“I think so. I’ll have to do a U-turn and drive across the shoulder. I won’t get stuck, will I?”
“No, the shoulder is hard and once you get to the gravel road, you’ll be okay.”
Making the U-turn, Willow headed back toward Vicksburg. She drove about one hundred yards, and then turned onto the shoulder across a small ditch and upon the gravel road. With Connor still on his cell phone, she said, “Whew—I made it.”
“Willow follow the gravel road to the service station then get back on 61.”
“I’m rolling again. See you in about ten. Why don’t you start the grill? The potatoes and vegetables won’t take very long.”
Willow wheeled Rupert’s White Ford LTD up Connor’s winding driveway coming to a screeching stop in the three car drive through garage.
Connor, standing in the doorway, turned. “My. You’re giving your d addy’s car a work out. It hasn’t been driven like that in several years, if ever.”
“Dearest, I was up here earlier today and I’m excited about the prospects for the night, and don’t want to waste any time. Help me with the
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