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"Hello, Mrs. Flanders. Miss Myrna. That pie looks delicious," I offered congenially, holding my arm out for them to enter.
"Peach," she added.
Ellie came out of the bedroom. She was meticulously dressed now, but I knew beneath her pretty clothes she wore a large size ass plug and no drawers. I placed the pie on the table and scratched my face in the attempt to hide the smile, remembering how I'd spanked and taken Ellie on it just the other night. I made quick introductions, worried that Ellie might be overwhelmed by the two ladies. They were quite a force to be reckoned with. But I was in error in my thoughts.
My wife smiled graciously at both women, offered them seats and had me heating water for tea and cutting slices of pie before I could come up with a retort about the tasks being ladies work. I couldn't leave Ellie alone with the duo, at least not with their first visit, so remaining occupied and out of direct scrutiny was perhaps a wise request on my wife's part. I was coming to find she was quite intelligent.
"Ryder has mentioned you along with other members of the town quite fondly. I'm so pleased to know I've got both of you as fast friends."
Since I faced away from them, I rolled my eyes at how smoothly she was maneuvering the ladies. A quick glance over my shoulder at Myrna Flanders had me knowing that becoming fast friends was not something she would consider.
"We were all so surprised when we heard yesterday, not only about the shooting, but of your marriage."
"Baxter had become desperate and acted irrationally," I offered, handing plates with pie to each woman.
"To think he killed that stage driver," Mrs. Flanders said, accepting a fork.
"Some people are rotten to the core, ma'am," I added. Ellie's erect posture became even stiffer at my words. Did she consider herself rotten? Did she think what we did together made her bad? From her passionate responses, I doubted the idea.
"Tell us about yourself, Eleanor. How you met Ryder." Myrna had chosen to use my given name, which foretold a familiarity with me that did not exist. As Ellie had not met Myrna before, she did not know this.
Ellie cleared her throat, smiled at me as I handed her her plate. "I was born and raised in Minneapolis. My parents were killed only a year past."
"Oh dear, I am sorry to hear such sad news," Mrs. Flanders offered.
"Thank you. Ryder and I had been corresponding since we first met the year prior when he came to town. News travels slowly over such distance and he made his intentions known. By the time he arranged for my travel, many months had passed. But now...."
She let the end linger, to let the ladies complete the sentence on their own. They could imagine whatever they wished, for the ending was the same. We were married.
Myrna pursed her lips and I could see anger simmering. I moved to sit on the arm of Ellie's chair, placing a hand upon her shoulder. Both women recognized the proprietary gesture for what it was.
Myrna stood first, placed her plate with untouched pie upon the table. Her mother followed suit. I stood, as was proper. "Mother, I forgot that I was to meet with Mrs. Tanner about the fabric for my winter dresses."
Ellie stood and led them to the door. "Such a shame you have to go. The dress you are wearing is quite fetching. I look forward to seeing what you have made for the winter. I admit, August Point might be even colder than Minneapolis and will look to you for fashion advice."
I nodded my head as the ladies departed and we both exhaled pent up breaths as I closed the door behind them. "Are there other women in town?" Ellie asked, running a hand over her hair.
I frowned at her odd question. "Yes, of course."
"Good, because I doubt we will become fast friends."
"You lied." I grinned as I said the words.
"You served pie." She grinned back.
"I did a good deed. What you did makes you a bad girl."
Her full lips parted and she stared at me. The seconds ticked by as I watched her thoughts
"Hello, Mrs. Flanders. Miss Myrna. That pie looks delicious," I offered congenially, holding my arm out for them to enter.
"Peach," she added.
Ellie came out of the bedroom. She was meticulously dressed now, but I knew beneath her pretty clothes she wore a large size ass plug and no drawers. I placed the pie on the table and scratched my face in the attempt to hide the smile, remembering how I'd spanked and taken Ellie on it just the other night. I made quick introductions, worried that Ellie might be overwhelmed by the two ladies. They were quite a force to be reckoned with. But I was in error in my thoughts.
My wife smiled graciously at both women, offered them seats and had me heating water for tea and cutting slices of pie before I could come up with a retort about the tasks being ladies work. I couldn't leave Ellie alone with the duo, at least not with their first visit, so remaining occupied and out of direct scrutiny was perhaps a wise request on my wife's part. I was coming to find she was quite intelligent.
"Ryder has mentioned you along with other members of the town quite fondly. I'm so pleased to know I've got both of you as fast friends."
Since I faced away from them, I rolled my eyes at how smoothly she was maneuvering the ladies. A quick glance over my shoulder at Myrna Flanders had me knowing that becoming fast friends was not something she would consider.
"We were all so surprised when we heard yesterday, not only about the shooting, but of your marriage."
"Baxter had become desperate and acted irrationally," I offered, handing plates with pie to each woman.
"To think he killed that stage driver," Mrs. Flanders said, accepting a fork.
"Some people are rotten to the core, ma'am," I added. Ellie's erect posture became even stiffer at my words. Did she consider herself rotten? Did she think what we did together made her bad? From her passionate responses, I doubted the idea.
"Tell us about yourself, Eleanor. How you met Ryder." Myrna had chosen to use my given name, which foretold a familiarity with me that did not exist. As Ellie had not met Myrna before, she did not know this.
Ellie cleared her throat, smiled at me as I handed her her plate. "I was born and raised in Minneapolis. My parents were killed only a year past."
"Oh dear, I am sorry to hear such sad news," Mrs. Flanders offered.
"Thank you. Ryder and I had been corresponding since we first met the year prior when he came to town. News travels slowly over such distance and he made his intentions known. By the time he arranged for my travel, many months had passed. But now...."
She let the end linger, to let the ladies complete the sentence on their own. They could imagine whatever they wished, for the ending was the same. We were married.
Myrna pursed her lips and I could see anger simmering. I moved to sit on the arm of Ellie's chair, placing a hand upon her shoulder. Both women recognized the proprietary gesture for what it was.
Myrna stood first, placed her plate with untouched pie upon the table. Her mother followed suit. I stood, as was proper. "Mother, I forgot that I was to meet with Mrs. Tanner about the fabric for my winter dresses."
Ellie stood and led them to the door. "Such a shame you have to go. The dress you are wearing is quite fetching. I look forward to seeing what you have made for the winter. I admit, August Point might be even colder than Minneapolis and will look to you for fashion advice."
I nodded my head as the ladies departed and we both exhaled pent up breaths as I closed the door behind them. "Are there other women in town?" Ellie asked, running a hand over her hair.
I frowned at her odd question. "Yes, of course."
"Good, because I doubt we will become fast friends."
"You lied." I grinned as I said the words.
"You served pie." She grinned back.
"I did a good deed. What you did makes you a bad girl."
Her full lips parted and she stared at me. The seconds ticked by as I watched her thoughts
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