Frank’s grandfather, Dr. Nelson Watkins, sat slumped in a rocking chair at the far end of the shaded porch, listening politely as a bosomy older woman lectured the table on how, precisely, she was related to the young Buford couple who ran the hotel. “Sorry to interrupt,” Frank said, cutting in. “Grandpa, there’s somebody here […]
“This here’s the start of the old Buford place,” Mae was saying up front. “Where?” Frank asked, twisting around to look out the window. “I don’t see anything.” Cheryl stirred in the back seat, raising her head from the corner of the window. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep, but it must […]
By the time Mae Watkins came in to check on her, Cheryl was standing at the sink dabbing her forehead with a moistened paper towel. “I figured you might need this,” Mae said, holding up Cheryl’s purse. “It came off the plane a minute ago.” Cheryl had to stop herself from diving at the proffered […]
The forty-minute flight from Washington DC had been bad enough, their eighteen-seat prop jet bucking and yawing on every stray gust, but when Cheryl stepped out onto the tarmac at the tiny Lathrop airfield and felt that first rude slap of Southern humidity, her stomach lurched again into her throat. Cheryl Crawford had been raised […]