Standing out there on the lawn are Vietnamese, Poles, Ecuadorians, Nigerians, Scots, you name it. They raise their hands, and this is after theyâve demonstrated a knowledge of the Constitution, mind you, and they swear allegiance to this nation. I figure after that theyâre as American as we are.â
âYou are a generous soul, Harry.â Warren slapped her on the back. âHere, Iâve got something for you.â He handed her a carton of the rubber paving bricks. It was heavy.
âThank you, Warren, these will come in handy.â She was thrilled with the gift.
âOh, here. What kind of a gentleman am I? Let me carry this to the truck.â
âWe could carry it together,â Harry offered. âAnd, by the bye, I think you should run for the state Senate.â
Warren spied a wheelbarrow and placed the carton in it. âYou do? Well, thank you.â He picked up the arms of the wheelbarrow. âMight as well use the wheel. Just think if the guy who invented it got royalties!â
âHow do you know a woman didnât invent the wheel?â
âYou got me there.â Warren enjoyed Harry. Unlike his wife, Ansley, Harry was relaxed. He couldnât imagine her wearing nail polish or fretting over clothes. He rather wished he werenât a married man when he was around Harry.
âWarren, why donât you let me come on out here and bush-hog a field or two? These bricks are so expensive, I feel guilty accepting them.â
âHey, Iâm not on food stamps. Besides, these are an overflow and Iâve got nowhere else to use them. You love your horses, so I bet you could use them in your wash rack . . . put them in the center and then put rubber mats like you have in the trailer around that. Not a bad compromise.â
âGreat idea.â
Ansley pulled into the driveway, her bronzed Jaguar as sleek and as sexy as herself. Stuart and Breton were with her. She saw Harry and Warren pushing the wheelbarrow and drove over to them instead of heading for the house.
âHarry,â she called from inside the car, âhow good to see you.â
âYour husband is playing Santa Claus.â Harry pointed to the carton.
âHi, Harry,â the boys called out. Harry returned their greeting with a wave.
Ansley parked and elegantly disembarked from the Jag. Stuart and Breton ran up to the house. âYou know Warren. He has to have a new project. But I must admit the barn looks fabulous and the stuff couldnât be safer. Now, you come on up to the house and have a drink. Big Daddyâs up there, and he loves a pretty lady.â
âThanks, Iâd love to, but Iâd better push on home.â
âOh, I ran into Mim,â Ansley mentioned to her husband. âShe now wants you on the Greater Crozet Committee.â
Warren winced. âPoppa just gave her a bushel of money for her Mulberry Row projectâsheâs working over our family one by one.â
âShe knows that, and she said to my face how âresponsibleâ the Randolphs are. Now she wants your stores of wisdom. Exact words. Sheâll ask you for money another time.â
âStores of wisdom.â The left side of Harryâs mouth twitched in a suppressed giggle as she looked at Warren. At forty-one, he remained a handsome man.
Warren grunted as he lifted the heavy carton onto the tailgate. âIs it possible for a woman to have a Napoleon complex?â
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