Mellow Yellow, Dead Red
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“What you saw was an illusion. It was the same way I saw you.”
“How can that be?”
“Some call it ESP, others have not so nice names for it.” Susan grinned. “I’m just happy it all worked out. I hope you don’t mind, but I have some things for you.” She handed Edith two large gift bags. “You have lots of friends you don’t know about, these are from my employees at the Bawdy Boutique and Purple Pickle. When you’re ready, I’ll introduce you to both stores. In the meantime, the girls have followed your case from the beginning. When they heard the news that you were safe, they wanted to pick out a few things for you from the boutique. Wesley used one of my friends to judge your size.” Susan omitted the comment about the boobs.
Tears flowed down Edith’s face as she pulled items from the bags—lingerie, skirts, blouses, scarves, makeup, and cologne to mention a few.
“I hope you like their selection. When you’re ready to venture out, I’d love for you to come visit me. I would very much like to help build your wardrobe. I have faith that one of these days, fall is going to arrive in Louisiana.”
“You are too kind.” Edith laughed. Then she stopped abruptly. “You know, I can’t remember the last time I laughed.”
“Well, I guess we’d better be going. If you need any help, you know how to reach me,” Wesley said.
As they walked to their cars, Susan turned to Wesley. “You and Charlie need to come by the boutique this afternoon at closing. The girls have a little something planned.”
“Hey, I’ll be there,” Charlie said.
“Guess that settles it. See you then,” Wesley said.
That afternoon at the Bawdy Boutique, everyone was in a festive mood. When Wesley and Charlie walked in, they were mobbed with hugs and kisses. A. K. and her crew were present in full force.
“You two outdid yourselves,” A. K. said. “This calls for a celebration, and we brought the bubbly.” Sheila handed out glasses, and A. K. poured. Lifting her glass, she said, “To Wesley and Charlie, Palmetto’s finest.”
“Here, here,” Susan shouted.
“Wow, I’ve never been toasted before,” Charlie said.
“Me, neither,” Wesley said. “It took five years, but it was worth it.”
“And to think the solution revolved around my finding this arrowhead.” Susan pulled the stone from her purse. “It’s now my good luck piece. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to keep it close the last few days. Now, everything is as it should be. Even the woods have returned to their natural state, free of anything evil.”
“That might be true, but I’m not going to test it,” A. K. said. “Next year’s fun run will definitely have a new location.
Everyone laughed.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A native of Louisiana, Sylvia lives in Hammond, a small town east of Baton Rouge and close to her two sons and seven grandsons. She loves animals and currently shares her home with three cats, Lucky, R. J., and Christie. Writing has always been a part of Sylvia’s life, and to date, she has ten published novels. Genres include historical, inspirational, suspense, mystery, and the paranormal. An adventurous spirit, she has held a variety of jobs, from NASA to the judicial system, and even a Peace Corps Volunteer in Ethiopia. When not writing, she’s painting landscapes. Sylvia has a B.S. from L.S.U. and is an avid alumnus. Go, Tigers!
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