The Magnolia Inn

by Carolyn Brown

  Jolene went straight to the utility room and put all the white things in the washing machine—his T-shirts, her white bikinis, and his tighty-whities. She adjusted the dials and poured in a capful of detergent. She had time for a thirty-minute power nap while that load ran, but she wasn’t sleepy like she usually was on Sunday afternoons.

  When she turned, Tucker was gone but had left a few more treats on the china plate that Sassy ate from. The cat followed her into the living room and jumped up on the sofa.

  Jolene found Tucker stretched out in the recliner, his arms crossed over his chest. She eased down on the end of the sofa and stared her fill. His head rested at the top of the chair, but his feet hung off the bottom. He’d removed his boots, and he had probably fallen asleep as soon as he pulled the lever to put up the footrest. His hands were calloused from hard work, and he really did need a haircut, but then, he would look pretty sexy with a little ponytail.

  “Don’t go,” he muttered.

  “Go where?” she stammered.

  He opened one eye. “I was dreaming.”

  “About?” she asked.

  “Melanie.” His eye slid shut.

  She picked up a throw pillow and tucked it under her head as she curled up on the sofa with Sassy right beside her. The way he said her name was so sad that Jolene’s heart ached for him. Would he ever get past the grieving process?

  Chapter Thirteen

  On Monday morning Jolene grabbed the broom and dustpan and started for the stairs, intending to clean up behind Tucker. Yet she hadn’t even gotten out of the kitchen when her phone rang. When she saw that it was Sugar, she propped the broom at the end of the breakfast bar in the kitchen and sat down in a chair.

  “Aunt Sugar! Where are you this morning? Is Uncle Jasper feeling better? I’ve been worried about him.”

  “He’s accepting it but not liking it, though we didn’t put any conditions on what we gave y’all. The place was Reuben’s to do with what he wanted. We’re just glad you didn’t sell out, too. And we’re still in Georgia, only now we’re on the east side of the state. We found this little resort that we really like,” she said.

  “Speaking of selling, why didn’t y’all sell this place? It would have sure helped increase your nest egg, and you had to at least wonder what would happen with Reuben,” Jolene asked.

  “Because,” Sugar answered, “we didn’t need more money, and Jasper was set on giving Reuben half the place. We had lots of late-night talks about it, but as you already know, I didn’t win. Jasper hoped it would help straighten Reuben out. He thought your influence would be good. Reuben is on his third professor job. He had a wonderful position at Baylor and didn’t make tenure. Then he got hired at a junior college in Oklahoma and didn’t make tenure. Now he’s at another junior college and it’s not looking good there, either.”

  “Me help him?” Jolene gasped. “I’m just a bartender. He’s a professor. How was I going to help him?”

  “Common sense and life lessons go a lot farther than book learnin’,” Sugar said.

  “Thank you for that much trust.” A wave of guilt washed over Jolene for ever even having second thoughts about selling her half to Tucker. She wiped away a tear making its way down her cheek and changed the subject. “So tell me how you’re managing cooking in that small space when you’re used to this huge kitchen. And when did y’all start going to different places every week?”

  “It’s been an adjustment learnin’ to cope with such a small space,” Sugar said. “And we’ve been takin’ turns with dinner for several years. Hey, speakin’ of dinner, Dotty says that Tucker is a great guy. Tell me what you think.”

  Jolene giggled. “I’m pretty sure they’re playing matchmaker, but”—she lowered her voice—“he’s still not over Melanie.”

  “Some things take a little more time to get over than others,” Sugar said. “Don’t shut a door until you’re absolutely sure about it. At least you’re friends. It would be hard to work together if you didn’t at least like one another.”

  Jolene could hear Tucker working, but she took the phone outside. Wrapping a quilt she’d taken from the sofa on the way out around her, she settled down on the swing. She had questions for Sugar that she didn’t want Tucker to hear.

  “We work together really well, but I can’t go through what I did with Mama and with my last boyfriend, so I’m not going to start something that has no finish line,” Jolene answered.

  “Smart thinkin’,” Sugar said.

  She wasn’t even sure how to begin her next thought.

  “You still there?” Sugar asked after several long seconds.

  “Yes, I’m here. I was trying to think about how to ask about Melanie. Maybe if I knew more about her, then I could understand Tucker better,” Jolene said.

  “You could be right,” Sugar said. “She was a tall brunette, rather slim built, and when she and Tucker were home and came to church with her parents, they seemed like the perfect little couple. Her mother wanted grandkids, but she and Tucker didn’t seem to be in a big hurry for them. She’d taught the little kids’ Sunday school class, so it wasn’t any surprise to us when she became a schoolteacher and got a job in Dallas. I’d worried about a small-town girl going to the big city, but Melanie did fine. Met Tucker and got married. Then she was killed in an auto accident, and you know the rest.”

  “Thank you,” Jolene said.

  “And now moving on,” Sugar said. “Dotty raves about you working at the Gator. I wasn’t real happy about that, but it’s what you know, and I reckon you can take care of yourself.”

  “Had to have something to pay the bills and buy food after Reuben did what he did,” Jolene said. “So you’re having a good time?”

  “Oh, sweetie, we’ve been having the best time. We spent a couple of days on that beach where we scattered your folks’ ashes. We stood there in the edge of the water and remembered the day we scattered their ashes. It’s such a peaceful place. I’m glad that you wanted to put them where they’d honeymooned. Then we fished and picnicked. I love this journey,” Sugar gushed, “but I miss home. It’s takin’ a lot of adjusting, goin’ from the Magnolia to an RV. Don’t tell the girls I’m homesick—” Sugar’s voice cracked. “If they knew, they’d beg me to come back, and I couldn’t do that to Jasper. He’s barely over the way Reuben . . . no need in talking about that anymore. It’s crazy how a person can love a new life and miss the old one at the same time.”

  “I miss you, too, Aunt Sugar. Why don’t y’all swing back through here as you zigzag across the states?” Jolene got up and went back inside. “It’s our secret, but if you change your mind, you can come back to Jefferson and live right here in the inn with us.”

  “Thank you. It’s starting to snow.” Sugar’s voice wasn’t still up to normal. “We’re near Savannah, Georgia. Love you. Bye now.”

  “Love you right back. Bye.” Jolene hit the “End” button and picked up the broom to carry it upstairs.

  Tucker was applying the final sanding to the areas in the bathroom that he’d already gone over with the electric sander. The process now was to hit it with fine-grit paper wrapped around a block of wood before he textured the walls. After that it would be ready to tape off and paint. He was listening to his favorite country music playlist through the earbuds of his MP3 player and wouldn’t have even heard the phone if it hadn’t been in his hip pocket. He jerked both wires from his ears and answered without even looking to see who was calling.

  “Hello, Tucker, how are you this morning?”

  “I’m fine, Carla.” Of all the people in the world, his mother-in-law was the last person he wanted to talk to that morning. He didn’t need the yearly reminder that it was close to Melanie’s birthday.

  “I hear that you bought interest in the Magnolia Inn and that you’re remodeling it,” she said.

  “That’s right,” he said.

  “I’m glad you’re nearby. We’re getting together again this year to celebrate Melanie’s memory on
her birthday. Just burgers cooked on the grill and homemade ice cream. We’ll eat around seven, but come early if you can. You were a big part of her life, Tucker. We’d love to have you join us,” Carla said.

  “Thanks for the invitation. I’ll see what I can do,” he said. “Right now, I’d better get back to work. Thanks for calling.”

  He hit the “End” button before she could say anything else and then sat down on the floor beside the vanity. He didn’t need to spend time with Melanie’s family once a year to keep her memories alive. A lump the size of a basketball settled in his chest, making it hard to breathe. This would be Melanie’s third birthday since she’d died. Her mother had called the past two years to invite him to join them in remembering her, but he’d never gone to one of their celebrations.

  He laid his phone on the vanity and stared at the place where a mirror would hang later. The blank wall became a screen for memories. He could see his grandfather’s face, standing proudly beside him as his best man at the wedding. His grandmother sat on the front row of the church, beaming and wiping tears at the same time. Cancer got his grandpa the next year, and six months later his grandmother simply didn’t wake up. Tucker had always figured she died of a broken heart.

  That was his entire family, gone in less than a year. His father had come over the border to work for his grandfather one summer. His mother, Debra, had gotten pregnant during that time, and his father had been deported. When Tucker was six weeks old, she’d disappeared in the night, leaving a note behind that she’d gone to be with Joseph, Tucker’s father. She’d written several times, but before he was a year old, his grandparents got word that his mother and his father had both died in an accident when the bus they were riding collided with a semitruck.

  If a person could really die of a broken heart, though, why was he still living? His chest tightened; his breath came in short gasps. He had to get away, even if it was just for a while. He passed Jolene on her way up and managed to get a few words out, saying that he needed something from the trailer.

  A blast of cold air rushed out to greet him when he opened the door. Bright sunshine offered a little warmth outside the trailer, but the sunrays couldn’t penetrate the metal shell to heat up the inside. One bottle of whiskey was left in the cabinet, so he poured a shot and carried it to the bed. He sat down on the edge and groaned.

  “I don’t drink on the job.” He stood up, emptied the glass into the sink, and squared his shoulders.

  Instead of going back to the house, he wandered down to the Big Cypress Bayou. The cold, dead grass crunched under him when he sat down and braced his back against a willow tree. Before long spring would push winter away and things would turn green again. But Tucker’s heart was a different matter—he felt as if it had suffered a bitter, cold winter for almost three years now, and spring would never arrive again.

  Charleston, South Carolina

  Jasper had walked up to the little store at the RV park that afternoon to get a loaf of bread and half gallon of milk, so Sugar used the time to call Dotty. The bar would open in half an hour and things would get hectic, but she and her friend could cover a lot of ground in that time.

  “Hello, guess what. The kids came to Sunday dinner yesterday. Tell me that Jasper is better. We’re still worried about him.” Dotty sounded like she was out of breath.

  Sugar had a vision of her having a heart attack and panic set in. What if one of her friends died and she was too far away to even get home for the funeral?

  “Are you all right? You’re panting?” Sugar asked. “Tell me everything. Is Jolene doin’ all right? She says that she loves the work at the Magnolia and sends me pictures, but you’re the closest one to her since y’all work together, so do I need to come home to take care of her?”

  Dotty giggled. “I miss you like hell, but don’t come back to Jefferson for Jolene. She’s doin’ a fine job of livin’ with Tucker. And I think I can see some improvement. To my knowledge, he’s only been drunk enough to have a hangover one time. Hell, who knows? Maybe Lucy’s prayers are going higher than the ceiling.”

  Sugar laughed. “So what is Lucy praying for?”

  “That he stays sober, especially after the grand opening in the spring, because she thinks it’ll hurt business if he comes in drunk on the weekends,” Dotty answered.

  “Well, then praise the Lord for Lucy’s prayers,” Sugar said.

  “Amen to that,” Dotty said. “He don’t know that he’s fallin’ for her, and we’re tryin’ our best to let them figure it out on their own. But he looks at her like Jasper used to look at you when we were all kids. And it’s real hard for us not to play matchmaker.”

  “That’s sweet,” Sugar said. “But according to Jolene, he’s not over Melanie. Sounds to me like Tucker and Jolene have been walkin’ two separate paths. But then there was a fork in the road and they’ve met up to walk a single one. They’ve kind of got the same problems.”

  “You should’ve been a therapist, the way you can see inside people’s souls,” Dotty said. “Now tell me all about your travels.”

  “It’s been great. We go as far as we want, stay in one place until we’re bored, and then go on down the road again. It’s like a long honeymoon,” Sugar answered.

  “I wish I’d got me a driver and an RV and gone with you,” Dotty sighed. “Promise when you swing back this way, you’ll stop here for a week or two. We miss you so much.”

  “Promise,” Sugar said. “And here’s Jasper with the milk so I can make fried chicken and gravy for dinner. Talk to you in a day or so.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Jolene’s apartment out in West Texas had been so small that the only time Aunt Sugar came to visit, she said that she couldn’t cuss a cat in it without getting a hair in her mouth. Now Jolene lived in a huge house, and yet after Tucker left that morning, it felt empty and cold.

  “What’s the matter with me?” She sat down on the top step of the staircase when she’d finished sweeping. “This kind of business is what I’ve dreamed about since I was a child.”

  Thinking that a breath of fresh air might straighten her out, she went downstairs, jerked her coat on, and headed to the bayou. As a child, she’d spent hours running up and down the edge of the water. Some days she made tiny boats from twigs and floated them. Others she’d dug a few worms or caught some grasshoppers and gone fishing. As a teenager, she’d found solace in sitting with her back to her favorite old willow tree and listening to the sounds of nature.

  A cottontail startled her when it ran out from a thicket of dead branches not far from the water’s edge, and she stopped to watch it zigzag back toward the house. She turned around and saw Tucker sitting against her tree, and it brought up something like jealousy in her heart. That was where she’d hidden from Reuben when she was a child. If she made herself very small, then he couldn’t find her back in the drooping branches. It was where she’d poured out her heart in a journal the summer she was thirteen. And where she’d come to search for peace after her mother’s addiction took a firm hold on her.

  “That’s my tree. It’s not up for sale, not even half interest,” she said.

  “Then charge me for trespassing, and I’ll pay my fine. What are you doing outside in this cold wind?” he asked.

  “Same thing you are, probably. Needed some fresh air and a new perspective,” she answered.

  “Want to talk about it?” he asked. “You’re not having second thoughts about the inn, are you? Because if you are, I’ll be glad to buy you out.”

  She sat down beside him. “Not even for a million dollars.”

  He scooted over to give her room to lean against the tree. “My mother-in-law called. I guess that’s what I should still call her. Melanie wasn’t ever my ex. Maybe I should say my late wife’s mother? She only calls once a year.”

  “In January? Not at Christmas?” Jolene picked up a rock and tossed it out in the water.

  “Melanie’s birthday was—is—again, I’m not sure how to even
talk about this.” His shoulders raised in half a shrug. “Anyway, January 19, this coming Saturday. Her family does this get-together to remember her.”

  “That’s sweet,” Jolene said.

  “Her mother always invites me.” His voice sounded hollow.

  “Have you ever gone?” she asked.

  He shook his head slowly. “I can’t. Her father didn’t want her to marry me. He thought she deserved better than a cop. Said I’d get killed on the job and leave her with a broken heart.”

  “That’s real positive thinking.” The wind whipped down from the north and blew Jolene’s hair across her face. She dug around in her coat pocket for a rubber band and finger combed her hair up into a ponytail.

  “I didn’t come from such good stock, either. My grandparents were good people and they raised me. I don’t know that my parents were ever married, so you know what that makes me.” He went on to tell her more about his background.

  She could hear more pain in his voice and reached across the distance to lay a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t have to talk about it.”

  He picked up a twig and toyed with it. After a couple of minutes, he went on. “I kind of felt abandoned my whole life until Melanie. My grandparents were wonderful, don’t get me wrong. Gramps was a cop and I adored him, but I already told you that. I thought I had a lot to prove, and so the reputation kind of followed me around,” he said. “I usually don’t talk about this to anyone but Sassy, and then only when I’m drunk.”

  He tossed a rock into the middle of the bayou, and they watched the water ripple out from it, first in little circles and then in bigger ones until the surface was smooth again.