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From Redheaded Stranger (coming June 2015):
Alex sat at the worn oak kitchen table, his son perched on his lap sharing his mashed potatoes while his mother, father and wife watched. He didn’t really have much of an appetite but it was better than talking.
“Tomorrow I expect you to get up and help with the chores.” His dad stood and took his empty dessert plate to the sink and rinsed it.
“I’m not here to work,” Alex countered.
“If you’re here, you work.” He slammed the dishwasher, then reclaimed his seat.
“I didn’t come here to work. I came here to take my family home.”
His mother sighed and shook her head. “This is your home, Zander.”
“You threw me out,” he said. “Remember? You threw me out and told me not to come back.”
Maggie narrowed her eyes at him. “And you kept the fact you had a wife and a son from us. Care to explain that?”
“Did you give Candy Beasley a warning on Monday?”
“Mrs. Beasley?” I thought he’d called me in his office to yell at me for being late.
“Yes, Mrs. Beasley. Did you give her a warning for driving on the wrong side of the road on Monday?”
He leaned over, propping his hands on his desk. “Yes? Or Yes!”
“Yes, sir. I gave her a warning.”
“Because Sheriff Townsend—“
“Do I look like Sheriff Townsend?”
“No, sir?” I shook my head for emphasis and wished I’d just called in sick.
He sighed and shook his head. “She hit a parked car—”
“Barely,” I rushed to explain, “It was a scratch and Mrs. Glenn wasn’t even mad.”
“That’s awesome. That’s fantastic but the mayor is pissed and I’m guessing the Lolly Ferguson and the utility company aren’t too happy either, but I’ve been dodging their calls!”
“But…but she hit a car.”
“Not this morning. This morning she took out a telephone phone while doing seventy through town. She’s in the hospital—” he held up a finger as my mouth opened, “—because then she … she drove…” He scrubbed his face, sighed again and pinned me to the chair with a hard, blue-eyed stare. “She drove her Caddy into the Curl Up and Dye,” he ground out.