Since the store wouldn’t be open for another two hours, I hurried on down in the clothes I slept in: an old yellow T-shirt and a pair of pajama shorts. No shoes, which was the first thing Meemaw noticed and warned me fiercely about getting slivers from the old wood floor, which meant I had to run back up the steps and get a pair of sandals before she’d even talk to me. I sat at the table, feeling like a little girl again, with my grandmother fussing over me, bringing out a fresh pecan bread to toast a slice. One slice, I told her since I was meeting Jessie for breakfast. She poured coffee, which I drank without complaining. No use being ungrateful, especially when the pecan bread slice came hot out of the toaster, and I could use a little taking care of since I was feeling alone and unhappy with Hunter still being such an ass. I’d checked my cell first thing that morning and there was a call from Peter Franklin asking me to call him.
