Mama Cherie would have to do. Since it was well after midnight and both Betts and Charlie were probably asleep, she hightailed it out of the kitchen before Will got back. It was cowardice, but she couldn’t help it. He loved her, and she couldn’t promise the same. The thought of hurting him nauseated her. Lucky grabbed an umbrella stationed on a hook by the back door and ran out into the night. She needed a heavy dose of Mama’s weird wisdom. Sheets of rain pelted her as she struggled with the umbrella, finally wrestling it open five feet from Mama’s trailer. Disco music boomed in between thunder claps. Apparently, Mama was gettin’ down. Lucky grimaced. Hopefully, she was alone. Lucky pounded on the door as rivers of rain coursed from the trailer’s roof and splatted on the umbrella. Mama didn’t answer. She pounded harder. Still no answer. Lucky adding kicking to her pounding. The music stopped, and Mama peeked out the window next to the door. Recognition dawned, and she opened the door.
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