Unfortunately she hadn't been able to convince Rainey that she couldn't continue this pretense of marriage. Her uncle had helped himself to the liquor cabinet while she'd phoned Chelsea. Chelsea had been ecstatic about hiring Harry Henderson on a more permanent basis.How the hell had things spiraled so far out of control so quickly?Her head was spinning as if someone had punched her number into the speed-dial modem to insanity.The doorbell dinged again. Abby prayed the cabdriver she'd phoned for her uncle was on the other side, but when she looked through the peephole, her stomach shot to her throat. Her beloved Granny Pearl stood on the doorstep in a pair of Levi's and a handmade T-shirt that read Red Hot Mama, her tiny mouth pursed, gray hair escaping her hair clip, eyes flashing like cat eyes.If Abby guessed correctly, Granny was as spittin' mad as a rattlesnake.Suddenly a commotion sprang out, and Abby silently groaned. Her grandmother had obviously brought reinforcements. A dozen blue-haired ladies hobbled up the front walk, all tittering and chattering, waving old-fashioned hankies and hand-painted canes, shaking bony fingers, and whispering in hushed voices."Jesus Christ," Uncle Wilbur muttered.
