Olivia and Lucille threaded their way through the crowd and claimed a table normally reserved for the bus tubs. Olivia stuck the tubs in the kitchen, then rejoined her mother at the table. “Is she this pushy at home?” Jameso asked from behind the bar. “Worse,” Lucille said. “She badgered me into ...
Lucille and Olivia looked up from the stack of T-shirts they were examining, at Bob’s scrawny figure silhouetted in the open doorway of Lacy’s. “Hello, Bob.” Lucille went back to unfolding T-shirts. “I don’t have any packages for you today.” “Didn’t you hear what I said?” He joined them at the st...
Barb’s voice rang with triumph across the crackly cell phone connection. “Why is that?” Maggie steered with one hand around the first curve up the road toward the cabin. She didn’t believe in driving while talking on the phone, but there was no place to pull over on this narrow stretch, and she w...