didn’t tell me you were back,” continued Mrs. Kinney, as though if James hadn’t told her it simply couldn’t be true.
“Yeah, for a while. I sold my business and needed a place to crash. So I’m here for a few weeks.”
Oh, he knew how to play her in a way I envied. An answer, delivered in a manner casual enough to belie the fact he knew exactly what she was fishing for but not as much information as she wanted. My estimation of him went up a notch.
She looked over at James, who was busy swinging one of his nieces in the air. “You’re staying here? With James and Anne?”
“Yep.” He grinned, all teeth. Hands in his pockets, he rocked on his heels.
She looked at me. “My, how…nice.”
“I think it will be very nice,” I answered warmly. “It will be very nice for James and Alex to have some time together. And for me to get to know Alex, of course. Since he is James’s best friend.”
I smiled brightly and said no more. She digested that. The answer appeared to be enough, if not satisfactory, and she gave him a nod that looked like it hurt her neck. She lifted the casserole dish in her hands.
“I’ll just go put this inside.”
“Sure. Anywhere you like.” I gestured, knowing she’d put it anywhere she liked no matter what I suggested. When she’d gone inside and Alex and I were alone for the moment, I turned. “What’d you do to piss off Evelyn?”
He smirked. “Aww, and here I thought she adored me.”
“Oh, you must be right. That was clearly a look of adoration on her face. If adoration looks like she just stepped in dog crap.”
Alex laughed. “Some things don’t change.”
“Everything changes,” I told him. “Eventually.”
Not Mrs. Kinney’s feelings about him, apparently. She avoided conversation with him for the rest of the evening, though she didn’t skimp on the “crap, I stepped in crap” looks.
For his part, Alex was cordial, polite, slightly distant. Considering how long he’d known James and how “welcoming” they were to everyone, the fact Evelyn was giving him the cold shoulder was very telling.
“Well, well, well, Alex Kennedy,” said Molly as she brought me a handful of plates for the ancient, cranky dishwasher I only used when we had company. Dinner had ended and everyone stayed out on the deck. The dishes could have waited, but I was looking for tasks to occupy me so I didn’t have to make small talk. “You know what they say about bad pennies.”
I slotted the dishes into the washer and filled the soap dispenser. “You think Alex is a bad penny?”
I liked Molly well enough, in that I didn’t dislike her. She was older than I by seven years, and we didn’t have much in common other than her brother, but she wasn’t as overbearing as her mother or an opinionated drama queen like her sister.
She shrugged and grabbed up the lids to the open containers of deli salad on the counter. “You know the boy your mother warned you about? That’s Alex.”
“Was,” I said, helping her close up the plastic tubs of macaroni salad and coleslaw. “In high school.”
She looked out the window toward the deck, where James and Alex were laughing quite loudly.
“I don’t know,” Molly said. “What do you think?”
“He’s James’s friend, not mine, and he’s only staying for a few weeks. If James likes him—”
Her sharp burst of laughter stopped me. “Alex Kennedy led my brother down a lot of bad roads, Anne. Do you really think someone like that can change?”
“Oh, c’mon, Molly. We’re grownups, now. So what if they got into trouble a few times as kids? They didn’t kill anyone. Did they?”
“Well…no. I don’t think so.” She sounded like she wouldn’t have been surprised if Alex, at least, had committed murder.
I knew she’d never think such a thing of James, the beloved baby of the family. Just like I knew that no matter how much James had been a part of whatever hijinks he and Alex had got into as kids, it would
“Yeah, for a while. I sold my business and needed a place to crash. So I’m here for a few weeks.”
Oh, he knew how to play her in a way I envied. An answer, delivered in a manner casual enough to belie the fact he knew exactly what she was fishing for but not as much information as she wanted. My estimation of him went up a notch.
She looked over at James, who was busy swinging one of his nieces in the air. “You’re staying here? With James and Anne?”
“Yep.” He grinned, all teeth. Hands in his pockets, he rocked on his heels.
She looked at me. “My, how…nice.”
“I think it will be very nice,” I answered warmly. “It will be very nice for James and Alex to have some time together. And for me to get to know Alex, of course. Since he is James’s best friend.”
I smiled brightly and said no more. She digested that. The answer appeared to be enough, if not satisfactory, and she gave him a nod that looked like it hurt her neck. She lifted the casserole dish in her hands.
“I’ll just go put this inside.”
“Sure. Anywhere you like.” I gestured, knowing she’d put it anywhere she liked no matter what I suggested. When she’d gone inside and Alex and I were alone for the moment, I turned. “What’d you do to piss off Evelyn?”
He smirked. “Aww, and here I thought she adored me.”
“Oh, you must be right. That was clearly a look of adoration on her face. If adoration looks like she just stepped in dog crap.”
Alex laughed. “Some things don’t change.”
“Everything changes,” I told him. “Eventually.”
Not Mrs. Kinney’s feelings about him, apparently. She avoided conversation with him for the rest of the evening, though she didn’t skimp on the “crap, I stepped in crap” looks.
For his part, Alex was cordial, polite, slightly distant. Considering how long he’d known James and how “welcoming” they were to everyone, the fact Evelyn was giving him the cold shoulder was very telling.
“Well, well, well, Alex Kennedy,” said Molly as she brought me a handful of plates for the ancient, cranky dishwasher I only used when we had company. Dinner had ended and everyone stayed out on the deck. The dishes could have waited, but I was looking for tasks to occupy me so I didn’t have to make small talk. “You know what they say about bad pennies.”
I slotted the dishes into the washer and filled the soap dispenser. “You think Alex is a bad penny?”
I liked Molly well enough, in that I didn’t dislike her. She was older than I by seven years, and we didn’t have much in common other than her brother, but she wasn’t as overbearing as her mother or an opinionated drama queen like her sister.
She shrugged and grabbed up the lids to the open containers of deli salad on the counter. “You know the boy your mother warned you about? That’s Alex.”
“Was,” I said, helping her close up the plastic tubs of macaroni salad and coleslaw. “In high school.”
She looked out the window toward the deck, where James and Alex were laughing quite loudly.
“I don’t know,” Molly said. “What do you think?”
“He’s James’s friend, not mine, and he’s only staying for a few weeks. If James likes him—”
Her sharp burst of laughter stopped me. “Alex Kennedy led my brother down a lot of bad roads, Anne. Do you really think someone like that can change?”
“Oh, c’mon, Molly. We’re grownups, now. So what if they got into trouble a few times as kids? They didn’t kill anyone. Did they?”
“Well…no. I don’t think so.” She sounded like she wouldn’t have been surprised if Alex, at least, had committed murder.
I knew she’d never think such a thing of James, the beloved baby of the family. Just like I knew that no matter how much James had been a part of whatever hijinks he and Alex had got into as kids, it would
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