They didn’t find a yogurt shop, but an ice cream shop. Blue Bell, no less. Brenham, Texas, home of the happiest cows in the country. Vivian bumped elbows with Wendy. “Remember when we went there in elementary school? We took the train.” Wendy opened the door, and the smell of creamy goodness floated out. “I don’t remember that at all. I’ve killed too many brain cells. Such a shame.” Vivian ordered a Dutch Chocolate cone, Lucy a cup of Vanilla Bean, Kate a double scoop cone of Southern Blackberry Cobbler, and Wendy got her top two all-time favorites, Key Lime and Lemon Bliss. Vivian asked for a sample of the Key Lime since Wendy wasn’t sharing. Chunks of graham crackers melted in her mouth. “Mmmm.” The girls ate their ice cream in the A/C and waited until the last minute to walk to Bourbon and Conti for the cemetery tour. Their guide was easily identifiable, as the grave logo on his shirt matched their stickers. He smiled and checked his watch as they walked up. “Thought y’all might’ve gotten held up by a three-for-one.”
