bringing the food. Luckily, shortly after her call, Ginger called to tell me she was coming and said she could bring some of the leftovers from earlier.
She didn’t say a word about how the family was doing. She acted as though everything was okay and said she’d be there on time. That was a sure sign she wasn’t doing well. Ginger was never on time. She was just like Elizabeth Taylor. She’d be fifteen minutes late to her own funeral.
When Cheri came home, she took Willow upstairs for a quick nap before the Divas arrived, which would be soon. They trickled in one by one.
“I heard about the fight.” Flora mentioned with her cell phone stuck on her ear. “No, not you. I’m at my divorcee meeting. I’ll call you back.”
She snapped her cell shut just in time for it to ring in again.
Of course, she’d heard about the fight I’d had with Sean. If I were a betting woman, I’d say Marlene was on the phone with the Divas as soon as she walked out to get her coffee this morning. I’m sure it was all over Swanee by now.
Flora had perfect high cheekbones that any woman would crave and the ivory skin to match. She had to be one of those girls who never got a pimple, even during that time of the month. Her wavy light brown hair was enough to convince you that she just walked off the beach.
“I just can’t believe it. No way, no how, do I believe you killed Doug.” Bernadine sifted through the bead boxes, putting mismatched beads in their correct spot. “But Sean is a different story. Do you think that your lying, very good-looking ex-husband did it and is trying to set you up? You know he’d not only get all the jobs in town, but he could also stop paying alimony if you were in jail.”
That was a quit a mouthful to digest. Of course, I had thought about it, but obviously all of Swanee thought about it too. Have they already convicted Sean?
“That’s too easy.” I got all our different projects out of the storage closet and put them on the tables.
I closed the shop so we could work on our projects and discuss what was going on in our lives, just like we had at meetings at the church. When I met Bernadine there, I thought she was so nosy, hanging around all the conversations. She was always going around the room collecting everyone’s trash and cleaning up after them,but she wasn’t really being nosy.
Bernadine had to be the neatest person in Swanee, right down to her appearance. Bernadine’s marriage was like the ones you hear about where the couple wakes up one day and realize that they don’t know each other.
He’d come out better off than Bernadine. She got the house on the lake across from my cottage, and he got their huge mansion in Ft. Meyers, Florida. There was still a bitter taste in Bernadine’s mouth. After all, she had moved to Swanee for him.
He thought he wanted the small town life, while she wanted the beach and sand. When it came down to the end, Bernadine was the one who ended up loving Swanee and all her new friends.
“Please don’t sort the beads.” I noticed Bernadine had moved onto the tiny seed beads that were virtually impossible to keep separated.
“Nah, I can do it until everyone else gets here.” She knotted her long crimson hair in a bun so she could dig through the beads without hair in her face.
I wasn’t going to bother trying reason with her. If she weren’t sorting beads, she’d be in the office arranging the desk. My mind and heart didn’t have the energy to argue. Plus, what she’d said about Sean was weighing heavily on my mind.
“Hello!” Ginger yelled as she came into the shop.
Cheri followed Ginger in with her backpack slung over one shoulder.
Willow ran straight over to them. Cheri took one of the foil trays out of Ginger’s arms.
“You have to eat all this food before I gain ten more pounds,” Ginger said. They sat the trays along the counter, which was the usual place we put food. Ginger took a bottle of wine out of her purse.
She didn’t say a word about how the family was doing. She acted as though everything was okay and said she’d be there on time. That was a sure sign she wasn’t doing well. Ginger was never on time. She was just like Elizabeth Taylor. She’d be fifteen minutes late to her own funeral.
When Cheri came home, she took Willow upstairs for a quick nap before the Divas arrived, which would be soon. They trickled in one by one.
“I heard about the fight.” Flora mentioned with her cell phone stuck on her ear. “No, not you. I’m at my divorcee meeting. I’ll call you back.”
She snapped her cell shut just in time for it to ring in again.
Of course, she’d heard about the fight I’d had with Sean. If I were a betting woman, I’d say Marlene was on the phone with the Divas as soon as she walked out to get her coffee this morning. I’m sure it was all over Swanee by now.
Flora had perfect high cheekbones that any woman would crave and the ivory skin to match. She had to be one of those girls who never got a pimple, even during that time of the month. Her wavy light brown hair was enough to convince you that she just walked off the beach.
“I just can’t believe it. No way, no how, do I believe you killed Doug.” Bernadine sifted through the bead boxes, putting mismatched beads in their correct spot. “But Sean is a different story. Do you think that your lying, very good-looking ex-husband did it and is trying to set you up? You know he’d not only get all the jobs in town, but he could also stop paying alimony if you were in jail.”
That was a quit a mouthful to digest. Of course, I had thought about it, but obviously all of Swanee thought about it too. Have they already convicted Sean?
“That’s too easy.” I got all our different projects out of the storage closet and put them on the tables.
I closed the shop so we could work on our projects and discuss what was going on in our lives, just like we had at meetings at the church. When I met Bernadine there, I thought she was so nosy, hanging around all the conversations. She was always going around the room collecting everyone’s trash and cleaning up after them,but she wasn’t really being nosy.
Bernadine had to be the neatest person in Swanee, right down to her appearance. Bernadine’s marriage was like the ones you hear about where the couple wakes up one day and realize that they don’t know each other.
He’d come out better off than Bernadine. She got the house on the lake across from my cottage, and he got their huge mansion in Ft. Meyers, Florida. There was still a bitter taste in Bernadine’s mouth. After all, she had moved to Swanee for him.
He thought he wanted the small town life, while she wanted the beach and sand. When it came down to the end, Bernadine was the one who ended up loving Swanee and all her new friends.
“Please don’t sort the beads.” I noticed Bernadine had moved onto the tiny seed beads that were virtually impossible to keep separated.
“Nah, I can do it until everyone else gets here.” She knotted her long crimson hair in a bun so she could dig through the beads without hair in her face.
I wasn’t going to bother trying reason with her. If she weren’t sorting beads, she’d be in the office arranging the desk. My mind and heart didn’t have the energy to argue. Plus, what she’d said about Sean was weighing heavily on my mind.
“Hello!” Ginger yelled as she came into the shop.
Cheri followed Ginger in with her backpack slung over one shoulder.
Willow ran straight over to them. Cheri took one of the foil trays out of Ginger’s arms.
“You have to eat all this food before I gain ten more pounds,” Ginger said. They sat the trays along the counter, which was the usual place we put food. Ginger took a bottle of wine out of her purse.
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