Season of sisters, p.35
Season of Sisters,
p.35
The second he opened the door he was thrown back in time by the blend of odors and aromas—Lysol, cigarette smoke, furniture polish, perspiration, popcorn, and perm solution. At that moment, Max felt eighteen all over again. Eighteen and filled with anger and brimming with dreams.
Regrets hit him like a punch to the gut, hard and fast and ugly, and he wheezed out a breath.
"Max! Max Cooper! Over here!"
His gaze swept past the shoe rental counter, where he expected to see Jack, but didn't, to lane numbers one through four. Members of the Cedar Dell Golden Ladies bowling league were hard at play. He spied three people he recognized, and he smiled. Mrs. Dunkleburg, Mrs. Coppage, and Mrs. Kramer had been members of the Christian Ladies Benevolent Society that had been so kind to him when he was a kid. One of the first things he'd done after moving back to town was to make a substantial donation to their scholarship fund.
His smile died when he realized the Widow Gault was waving and calling his name. Loudly. There had seldom been anything benevolent about Martha Gault.
"Thank goodness you're here," she said. "We want to get these pictures in tomorrow's paper. To cheer poor Jack up."
In the process of removing his camera from its bag, Max paused. "Cheer Jack up? Why does he need cheering up?"
"You haven't heard? How can you not have heard? It's the talk of the town. Besides, you work for the newspaper. You should know the news."
Max didn't feel like going into the details of his part-time work for the local biweekly paper. "What news?"
The elderly woman's eyes lit. "About the accident, of course. You don't know? I can't believe I'm scooping the press. Jack was awfully lucky. He's going to be fine. In fact, they're both going to be fine. The doctors were worried for a while that Sarah might lose the baby, but she seems to have weathered that danger well. She's going home today. Jack will be in Bethania a few days longer. He needed surgery. If the fellow who hit him hadn't used his cell phone to call for help, Jack might have bled to death."
Max wanted to be sure he had it straight. "Jack Harmon was in a car accident? Sarah Harmon, too?"
"Jack, yes. Sarah, no. She's Sarah West now. She married Alan West not long after you left town. This is their first child. A miracle baby. They've wanted children from the beginning, but apparently Sarah had female problems that prevented... well... I shouldn't go into details. I doubt she'd care to see the particulars printed up in the Cedar Dell Times and Record News."
"Mrs. Gault. I'm not a reporter. I only take pictures. Part-time. Just to help out. Now about Jack and Sarah?"
"Well, I swan." She peered at him over the top of her glasses. "I still don't want you printing anything about our Sarah. She wasn't in the accident itself, but the stress of the news presented some alarming symptoms regarding her pregnancy. She almost worried herself into premature labor. Such a dear, sweet girl. Such a contrast to that younger sister of hers. Although, Sue Ayer is a nurse at Bethania, and she said the younger girl did come visit her dad. Showed up late in the day and in a limousine, of all things. That's just like Kate, if you ask me. Doesn't care a lick about family. Her brother arrived hours earlier, and he rushed all the way from Houston. Why, her daddy could have died."
Max went still. "Kate Harmon is in town?"
"Do you know her? Yes, of course you probably do. She and Terri Gantt were the same age, and I know you dated Terri all through high school. Everyone in town expected the two of you to marry. Such a shock when she broke up with you, but she wasn't cut out to be an Air Force wife. All that traveling. Base housing." She shuddered. "Terri married a banker, did you know that? They have three children. Live in San Francisco. Her parents are so proud of her, but you probably know that since you bought the Gantt's house when they retired to Florida. Too bad poor Jack can't feel the same way about his younger girl."
Max wanted to scold the town's worst gossip. Instead, he literally bit his tongue.
"That Kate was such a disappointment to her parents. We all knew something fishy was going on with her when she left town so fast and didn't come back. I never believed that wild talk about her attending college in California. Jack and Linnie weren't talking, though, and we respected their wish for privacy."
Yeah, right. Max chose a lens from his bag, his thoughts spinning. Kate was in Cedar Dell.
"Her poor father. He already had so much to bear when Linnie died so suddenly, and then that girl just slaps him in the face by showing up at the funeral with a baby in her arms and no ring on her finger. Jack went red as picante sauce. I feared he'd have a heart attack right in First Methodist. Thank God Tom had the presence of mind to see that Kate didn't attend the graveside service."
"Now, Martha." The Widow Mallow joined them, clucking her tongue as she wiped down her hunter green bowling ball with a lace-trimmed pink handkerchief. "You're being too hard on that girl, like always. She had every right to come to her mother's funeral. She just shouldn't have brought that baby. Not after her mama worked so hard to keep Kate's disgrace a secret."
Disgrace? He smiled grimly. Just do your job and get out of here.
Max glanced around the room, finding a spot over by the soft drink machines with especially harsh light. He gestured in that direction. "Mrs. Gault? Mrs. Mallow? Why don't you step over into the light and let me get a couple of shots."
"Don't you want action photos? Something that shows the bowling alley? I think that's what Jack would like best. Remember, we want to cheer him up."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Mallow. I'll get what we need."
Max snapped off a few particularly unflattering shots, delighting in his petty revenge. As much as he loved small-town living, he hated small-town gossip. Nobody read the local paper for the news; they just wanted to see what version of events got published.
And yet, today he needed to take advantage of the Widows' knowledge of everyone else's business. "Is Kate staying at her father's house?"
"Oh, no." The Widow Gault shook her head. "She went back to Dallas last night. Why, I don't think she was in town much more than an hour or so. No telling what event she was coming from in the big city; Sue said she had on a slinky black dress and heels that sure weren't made for visiting the sick. That girl is not a credit to her heritage."
So Kate wasn't in Cedar Dell.
"Not a credit to her heritage? Oh, Martha." A woman Max didn't know motioned the two widows away from the Dr Pepper machine. She fed it quarters, pushed a button, and as the machine thumped and clattered out a can, she folded her arms over a generous bosom and snorted. "You are such a mean-spirited old biddy. Kate Harmon is not the Jezebel you make her out to be."
"Don't you call me 'old.' I'm younger than you."
"It's not your age, it's your attitude, and yours stinks."
"Well, I never." The Widow Gault put a hand to her breast.
The other woman rolled her eyes and extended her hand toward Max. "You probably don't remember me, but I'm Lorraine King. My husband owned the Dairy Queen over on Kemp Street."
Recognition dawned quickly. "I do remember you, Mrs. King. Whenever I ordered a single cone, you'd give me a double."
"And you'd grin at me. My, oh my, you were such a handsome fella, and that grin of yours... my lands... you were a charmer even at twelve."
She was a breath of fresh air. One of the good guys, so to speak. Max smiled and brought her hand to his lips for a gallant kiss.
Lorraine King gasped, then theatrically fanned her face. "Oh, my. You are potent, aren't you?" She linked her arm through his and walked him toward Lane Four. "I understand you're not married. Darling, how do you feel about older women?"
"I think age on a woman can be downright interesting."
"Are you flirting with me, Max Cooper?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good! Keep it up."
"Lorraine, you stop that," the Widow Mallow scolded.
Lorraine tossed a smug look over her shoulder. "I may be one of Cedar Dell's Widows, but I'm not dead yet." She squeezed Max's arm. "They're jealous of me because Tom Harmon asked me to take the first shift looking after Jack once he's dismissed from the hospital. Martha, Melody, and I will be taking turns doing for poor Jack until Kate gets all her ducks in a row and moves home."
Max pulled up short. Kate is moving home? To Cedar Dell?
The Widow Gault, her pinched mouth conveying her annoyance at losing control of the conversation, sidled up next to Max. "We'll need to help out for at least two weeks, maybe a little longer. I think that Harmon girl should come home right away, but, apparently, she's determined to stay in Dallas—that's where she lives—until school lets out for the summer. She's bringing her bastard with her."
Max couldn't let that one go. He wanted to tell the old biddy off, but he settled for a mildly chastising, "Mrs. Gault, I don't think name-calling is necessary. He's just a boy, after all."
She wrinkled her nose, but thankfully, didn't respond.
"Now," Max continued, "I'd better get these pictures done or they won't make the deadline. Ladies? Y'all want to start your game?" Max forced a smile on his face and joked with the women as he took the additional action shots the editor of the newspaper had requested. The entire time, his mind was otherwise occupied.
Kate Harmon was coming back to Cedar Dell.
Unless she'd changed dramatically in the past three years, Kate would not come alone. She'd bring Ryan with her.
Ryan. Max's son.
The young man who hated his guts.
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Table of Contents
Cover
Holly's Life List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Acknowledgments
Excerpt from THE LAST BACHELOR IN TEXAS by Gerlayn Dawson
Excerpt from MY BIG OLD TEXAS HEARTACHE by Geralyn Dawson
Meet Geralyn Dawson
Table of Contents
Cover
Holly's Life List
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Acknowledgments
Excerpt from THE LAST BACHELOR IN TEXAS by Gerlayn Dawson
Excerpt from MY BIG OLD TEXAS HEARTACHE by Geralyn Dawson
Meet Geralyn Dawson
Geralyn Dawson, Season of Sisters
