hushed Charlie from barking at all the two-legged creatures.
“We can bribe him with food.” Celia winked to Charlie as she pulled up in front of the Pig. The Trembling Cup and The Thirsty Turtle was packed. Everyone was gearing up for the hoe down.
Celia hadn’t been to one of Grandberry Falls hoe downs in a long time.
While in New York, she missed the close-knit community. And Hazel Greenlee’s booth at the hoe downs, along with the line dancing, music, and good company.
She wondered if Sam was going. What a hoot , she thought about Sam trying to boot scoot and boogie.
Celia darted across the street to make sure no one saw her. The last thing she needed was the town gossiping about Celia Briggs and the new guy in town having a secret rendezvous.
She didn’t take into consideration Charlie’s nails clicked on the pavement and he barked at everything in sight.
“Hello, Celia.” Mamie stood by the dumpster with a big black bag in her hands. “What ya got there?” She tossed the bag in, and bent down to pat Charlie.
“My father and I had left over roast. Sam did a great job delivering flowers, and I thought I would bring him the leftovers.” Celia stopped before she would stumble over more words.
Of all the people, she couldn’t believe she saw Mamie. Not only has Celia killed her father this week, hired a wanderer, she is now going to be having an affair with the wanderer and Mamie was going to be the one to tell her dad.
“He didn’t come in the diner. He expecting you?” Mamie peered over top her bi-focals as her eye brows narrowed.
Celia pointed back to the street where the Chevy was parked under the street light. “He must be here.” She jerked Charlie and proceeded to climb the steel steps. “ Karma ,” she said under her breath.
The door opened before Celia could knock.
“Oh, are you leaving?” Celia started to turn around, but Charlie ran right in.
“Well come on in, Charlie.” Sam looked deep into Celia’s eyes. She felt the jolt and looked away. His words dripped out of his mouth, “Why are you here, Celia?”
She could hear him say her name over and over and never get tired of hearing it. The tin foil on the left-overs, made crinkle sounds as she played with the edges. “I had some leftover roast and thought you would like some.”
“Would you like to come in and visit with me and Charlie?”
Celia smiled. She liked the way Sam didn’t question her motives or judge her in any way.
“Really we should get going.” Celia held back a few seconds.
“I really don’t like to eat alone.” Sam held the door open for Celia to enter.
The efficiency was tidy. There wasn’t a personal touch in the place. Not pictures or clothes. Celia remembered all the men she dated always had clothes strewn all over the floor.
Sam’s smile radiated throughout her body. “I’ve been smelling this roast all day.” He took the plate and motioned for her to have a seat.
Charlie had already made a spot on Sam’s bed.
“Charlie, get down.” Celia called for Charlie who immediately came running.
“Thanks, Celia.” Sam took a bite of the roast and potatoes. “It’s really good. Do you always cook?”
“Yes, if I want to eat.” Celia patted her belly.
“You are tiny.” Sam realized he just paid her a compliment she wasn’t going to like.
“I cook for my father. If I didn’t I’m not sure he would eat.” Celia let his comment slide. She liked the fact he had noticed her as a women.
“Where’s your mom?” Sam asked.
“She died a year ago and my dad was depressed for a while, but he’s much better now.” Celia watched Sam eat. He seemed so satisfied and for some reason it made her soul sing.
“Where are you from?” Celia watched Sam put his plate in the sink.
“California.” Sam’s voiced seemed vague to her. “I love this efficiency apartment. In California my apartment was a lot smaller and more expensive.”
Celia wanted Sam to turn around so she could
“We can bribe him with food.” Celia winked to Charlie as she pulled up in front of the Pig. The Trembling Cup and The Thirsty Turtle was packed. Everyone was gearing up for the hoe down.
Celia hadn’t been to one of Grandberry Falls hoe downs in a long time.
While in New York, she missed the close-knit community. And Hazel Greenlee’s booth at the hoe downs, along with the line dancing, music, and good company.
She wondered if Sam was going. What a hoot , she thought about Sam trying to boot scoot and boogie.
Celia darted across the street to make sure no one saw her. The last thing she needed was the town gossiping about Celia Briggs and the new guy in town having a secret rendezvous.
She didn’t take into consideration Charlie’s nails clicked on the pavement and he barked at everything in sight.
“Hello, Celia.” Mamie stood by the dumpster with a big black bag in her hands. “What ya got there?” She tossed the bag in, and bent down to pat Charlie.
“My father and I had left over roast. Sam did a great job delivering flowers, and I thought I would bring him the leftovers.” Celia stopped before she would stumble over more words.
Of all the people, she couldn’t believe she saw Mamie. Not only has Celia killed her father this week, hired a wanderer, she is now going to be having an affair with the wanderer and Mamie was going to be the one to tell her dad.
“He didn’t come in the diner. He expecting you?” Mamie peered over top her bi-focals as her eye brows narrowed.
Celia pointed back to the street where the Chevy was parked under the street light. “He must be here.” She jerked Charlie and proceeded to climb the steel steps. “ Karma ,” she said under her breath.
The door opened before Celia could knock.
“Oh, are you leaving?” Celia started to turn around, but Charlie ran right in.
“Well come on in, Charlie.” Sam looked deep into Celia’s eyes. She felt the jolt and looked away. His words dripped out of his mouth, “Why are you here, Celia?”
She could hear him say her name over and over and never get tired of hearing it. The tin foil on the left-overs, made crinkle sounds as she played with the edges. “I had some leftover roast and thought you would like some.”
“Would you like to come in and visit with me and Charlie?”
Celia smiled. She liked the way Sam didn’t question her motives or judge her in any way.
“Really we should get going.” Celia held back a few seconds.
“I really don’t like to eat alone.” Sam held the door open for Celia to enter.
The efficiency was tidy. There wasn’t a personal touch in the place. Not pictures or clothes. Celia remembered all the men she dated always had clothes strewn all over the floor.
Sam’s smile radiated throughout her body. “I’ve been smelling this roast all day.” He took the plate and motioned for her to have a seat.
Charlie had already made a spot on Sam’s bed.
“Charlie, get down.” Celia called for Charlie who immediately came running.
“Thanks, Celia.” Sam took a bite of the roast and potatoes. “It’s really good. Do you always cook?”
“Yes, if I want to eat.” Celia patted her belly.
“You are tiny.” Sam realized he just paid her a compliment she wasn’t going to like.
“I cook for my father. If I didn’t I’m not sure he would eat.” Celia let his comment slide. She liked the fact he had noticed her as a women.
“Where’s your mom?” Sam asked.
“She died a year ago and my dad was depressed for a while, but he’s much better now.” Celia watched Sam eat. He seemed so satisfied and for some reason it made her soul sing.
“Where are you from?” Celia watched Sam put his plate in the sink.
“California.” Sam’s voiced seemed vague to her. “I love this efficiency apartment. In California my apartment was a lot smaller and more expensive.”
Celia wanted Sam to turn around so she could
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