“Morning,” I said, standing barefoot on the warm patio, sipping a cup of hot java. “More like afternoon, wouldn’t you say?” The sun was high overhead. It was just past noon and hot as hell again. “What were you doing out all night?” “I wasn’t out all night.” I was sixteen all over again, getting the parental grilling for slipping in past curfew. I shrugged. “I was hanging out with Amy.” That seemed a sufficient explanation for a girl my age. Evelyn yanked up a handful of weeds and tossed them into her plastic weeding bucket. “I still say that nothing good happens after midnight.” “You may have something there.” Evelyn gave me a wary look, then went back to her weeding. “You’d think with all the attention these roses get, they’d look better. Hand me the pruners.” I passed Evelyn her Felcos and sat down at the patio table, under the umbrella. I was content to watch Evelyn snip and spray for aphids and pull weeds while I finished my coffee and organized my thoughts.
What do You think about Small Town Trouble (2013)?
