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shook our heads violently. Mom didn’t need to know the details of our trip to Bike Week, for damn sure.
“Oh, we ran into them and their guys in Daytona. They were having a little—mechanical trouble. Bikers don’t leave brothers and sisters in a jam. Now, c’mon in! Place is a mess right now, the younger crew had a party last night. But they’re in there now cleaning up and we’ll be all set up for the wedding celebrations.”
He ushered us in. Yep, the place was a mess. But it wouldn’t be for long. Several club members wielded long brooms and several more were walking around with big trash cans. What color Mom’s face had regained vanished again at the sight of the old metal washtubs filled with water. The occasional lone melting ice cube bobbed on the surfaces.
“Oh, great!” Stacy said. “Just leave the washtubs out, no point in putting them up.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured.” Jackster nodded agreement.
“What are they for?” Mom whispered to me.
“For the beer kegs, Mom. And soft drinks.”
“Oh , my.” I could see visions of champagne bottles and beautiful crystal glasses pouring out of Mom’s brain.
Jackster pointed over to the long tables. “And we’ll s et up a buffet over there with the ribs and steaks and burgers and ‘dogs. And all the trimmings. Grill ‘em out back, of course.”
Visions of elegantly plated finger food on d elicate china plates joined the images fleeing Mom’s mind.
“It’ll look great, Jackster! You sure you don’t want me to get any of the decora—”
“Stacy, we’re handling all that! Wanna surprise you. The club’s wedding present to you and Doc.”
Mom’s brain started replacing white fluffy wedding bells and white roses with flags waving skulls and crossbones and roaring Harleys.
Stacy reached up and kissed his cheek. “Y’all are just the best ! I’m having the cake delivered about 11:00 that morning, somebody’ll be here?”
“Oh, for sure! The grilling crew’ll be on duty.”
“Okay, we’ll leave y’all to it then!”
We waved cheerily to everyone . They waved back. Mom made a valiant effort and lifted a hand weakly. I hooked an arm under one of hers, Antsypants did the same from the other side, and we escorted her out of the clubhouse while she could still stand up.
“Stacy?” she asked as we settled her into the front seat.
“Ma’am?”
“They’re very nice, but—somehow I’d have expected your new friends to be doctors and professionals.”
We laughed and shook our heads.
“Mom, Mom, Mom! What’s that you always told us? Don’t judge books by their covers. Or people by how they look. Jack is a doctor. The Ph.D. kind. Chemical engineer. Owns his own company.”
“Really?” Mom brightened. “I’d never have guessed!”
“Mom,” I said. “Get ready for a real shock to your system.”
“Why?”
“You’ ve never seen Spike and Chad in biker gear.”
“Stacy?”
“Ma’am?”
“The wedding cake topper’s a couple on a motorcycle, isn’t it? Ridin’—bitch?”
Stacy smiled broadly. “Yes, ma’am, it surely is! How’d you know?”
Mom sighed. “Lucky guess.
Chapter Twelve
Wolf whistles sounded as Mom and I walked down the stairs that night, all set to party hearty. Mom looked fabulous in her flowing champagne sparkles. I wasn’t bad myself in a long slinky black number, high slit up the left side. Glittering faux-jeweled flat strappy sandals flashed as we moved. We’d discussed it as we shopped. No heels for these gals on the prowl, tonight was for walking and dancing.
The bachelorette herself came out of the downstairs master bedroom, also in slinky black with faux-jeweled flat footwear. Fresh wolf whistles erupted.
Mom stopped on the stairs.
“What?” I said.
“Your sister’s coming out of the master bedroom. All the guest rooms are upstairs.”
Enough.
“Mom. Drop the shocked mother act. It doesn’t go with your new look. You knew Stacy wasn’t in
“Oh, we ran into them and their guys in Daytona. They were having a little—mechanical trouble. Bikers don’t leave brothers and sisters in a jam. Now, c’mon in! Place is a mess right now, the younger crew had a party last night. But they’re in there now cleaning up and we’ll be all set up for the wedding celebrations.”
He ushered us in. Yep, the place was a mess. But it wouldn’t be for long. Several club members wielded long brooms and several more were walking around with big trash cans. What color Mom’s face had regained vanished again at the sight of the old metal washtubs filled with water. The occasional lone melting ice cube bobbed on the surfaces.
“Oh, great!” Stacy said. “Just leave the washtubs out, no point in putting them up.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured.” Jackster nodded agreement.
“What are they for?” Mom whispered to me.
“For the beer kegs, Mom. And soft drinks.”
“Oh , my.” I could see visions of champagne bottles and beautiful crystal glasses pouring out of Mom’s brain.
Jackster pointed over to the long tables. “And we’ll s et up a buffet over there with the ribs and steaks and burgers and ‘dogs. And all the trimmings. Grill ‘em out back, of course.”
Visions of elegantly plated finger food on d elicate china plates joined the images fleeing Mom’s mind.
“It’ll look great, Jackster! You sure you don’t want me to get any of the decora—”
“Stacy, we’re handling all that! Wanna surprise you. The club’s wedding present to you and Doc.”
Mom’s brain started replacing white fluffy wedding bells and white roses with flags waving skulls and crossbones and roaring Harleys.
Stacy reached up and kissed his cheek. “Y’all are just the best ! I’m having the cake delivered about 11:00 that morning, somebody’ll be here?”
“Oh, for sure! The grilling crew’ll be on duty.”
“Okay, we’ll leave y’all to it then!”
We waved cheerily to everyone . They waved back. Mom made a valiant effort and lifted a hand weakly. I hooked an arm under one of hers, Antsypants did the same from the other side, and we escorted her out of the clubhouse while she could still stand up.
“Stacy?” she asked as we settled her into the front seat.
“Ma’am?”
“They’re very nice, but—somehow I’d have expected your new friends to be doctors and professionals.”
We laughed and shook our heads.
“Mom, Mom, Mom! What’s that you always told us? Don’t judge books by their covers. Or people by how they look. Jack is a doctor. The Ph.D. kind. Chemical engineer. Owns his own company.”
“Really?” Mom brightened. “I’d never have guessed!”
“Mom,” I said. “Get ready for a real shock to your system.”
“Why?”
“You’ ve never seen Spike and Chad in biker gear.”
“Stacy?”
“Ma’am?”
“The wedding cake topper’s a couple on a motorcycle, isn’t it? Ridin’—bitch?”
Stacy smiled broadly. “Yes, ma’am, it surely is! How’d you know?”
Mom sighed. “Lucky guess.
Chapter Twelve
Wolf whistles sounded as Mom and I walked down the stairs that night, all set to party hearty. Mom looked fabulous in her flowing champagne sparkles. I wasn’t bad myself in a long slinky black number, high slit up the left side. Glittering faux-jeweled flat strappy sandals flashed as we moved. We’d discussed it as we shopped. No heels for these gals on the prowl, tonight was for walking and dancing.
The bachelorette herself came out of the downstairs master bedroom, also in slinky black with faux-jeweled flat footwear. Fresh wolf whistles erupted.
Mom stopped on the stairs.
“What?” I said.
“Your sister’s coming out of the master bedroom. All the guest rooms are upstairs.”
Enough.
“Mom. Drop the shocked mother act. It doesn’t go with your new look. You knew Stacy wasn’t in
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