by Hope Ramsay
“The truth?” Stone asked.
“Yeah, the truth. The whole truth and nothing but.”
Rocky sat on the hard bench at the county jail and watched Stone work through the paperwork for Daddy’s bail. It took about twenty minutes before Daddy emerged from the holding cell at the Allenberg County Jail. The slogan on Daddy’s T-shirt today said, “God Allows U-Turns.”
Elbert gave Stone a man-hug. “Thank you, son. I never did think I’d live to see the day that you bailed me out of jail.”
Daddy turned toward Rocky. “Little gal, why are you here?” He cast a shamefaced glance Stone’s way, as if to say that the last thing Daddy wanted was for his daughter to see him like this.
Rocky didn’t wait for any more words, she simply flung herself at her father, and Daddy caught her. Daddy always caught her. Daddy caught her the first time she jumped off a diving board. Daddy picked her up every time she fell. Daddy chased after her when she first learned to ride a bike. And Daddy stood by her the night Bubba humiliated her—not with words, like Momma, but with his big strong shoulder. Rocky had shed a lot of tears on Daddy’s shoulder over the years.
So she burrowed deep into his chest, the hot tears she’d been holding back making a sudden appearance. She wrapped her arms around him and wouldn’t let go.
“Honey, it’s all right. Lillian Bray is a big bully. I just lost my temper with her.”
“Daddy, I just want you to know that I have never, ever tried to convince anyone that it would be better to bulldoze Golfing for God.”
“What does that have to do with Lillian’s gladioli?”
“Because Lillian is telling the town council that you’re crazy and that it would be a good thing for them to condemn the golf course. And even though Hugh needs that land, I have never tried to help him get it. I’ve been trying to convince him to build someplace else. I don’t want to see the golf course bulldozed. And I…” The tears ran down her cheeks.
Daddy brushed her tears away with his big, rough hands. “I know that. You were just doing your job. And you’re good at that job. I don’t blame you.”
“Daddy, my job didn’t include falling for that Englishman. It was stupid. He didn’t tell me the truth. On several occasions. And now I feel like a real fool.”
“You fell for the Englishman?”
She nodded and snuffled.
“Well, that’s a problem right there. I don’t think he matches what Miriam told you to be looking for.”
“Don’t you think I know that? But I fell for him anyway. And now I hear that he’s teaming up with Lillian. I’m so ashamed.”
She broke down into sobs. Daddy held her tight. After a long time, when she finally re-exerted control, she pushed back and said, “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you, too, angel face.”
She wiped tears from her cheeks and said, “What on earth came over you to attack Lillian’s flowers? Haven’t I heard you say a million times that the best way to handle bullies is to ignore them? And don’t tell me you were mad at Stone because he didn’t protect Haley. Didn’t it ever occur to you that Stone was just applying your philosophy?”
Daddy appeared vaguely sheepish. “Yeah. But honest, I didn’t go over there to rip up Lillian’s garden.”
“Then why?”
“I went there to tell the old biddy that if she had a problem with me, she could take it up with me, instead of using Haley as a surrogate.”
“So what happened?”
Daddy didn’t say anything. He looked away, over Rocky’s head, toward Stone.
“Daddy, are you really all right?” Stone asked.
“Yeah.” He said it a little too quick.
Rocky cocked her head and frowned at her father. “Daddy, what is it?”
Daddy paused for a long moment before speaking. “I can say without a doubt that I hit Lillian Bray with the business end of a broom. On her fat backside. I clearly remember knocking her down, but I didn’t really hurt her. And the only reason I did that was because she came after me with the handle end of that broom. She was swinging for my head, and I had to defend myself.”
“Why did she come after you?”
“I’m not exactly sure. They say I tore up her flowerbed, but I don’t rightly remember doing that. One minute I was there talking about Haley and then the world got kind of wonky. I didn’t exactly black out, but I was kind of stuck. It was weird.”
“You blacked out?” Rocky asked.
He shook his head. “No, but my memories are all kind of twisted. I sure don’t remember tearing up any flowers. I would never do a thing like that. I admire Lillian’s glads, and those flowers deserved better.”
“Should we be taking you to Doc Cooper? You didn’t have dizziness or trouble with your eyesight, did you?” Stone asked, his voice suddenly quite urgent.
“Not exactly,” Daddy said.
“That’s it, I’m taking you to see Doc Cooper,” Stone said.
Daddy gave Stone a big-eyed stare. “Son, you don’t think I’m coming down with Alzheimer’s, do you?”
No one in the Rhodes family got much sleep that night. Rocky and Stone took Daddy to Doc Cooper’s, where Momma met them. And then, on the doc’s recommendation, Daddy was admitted to the hospital in Orangeburg for a battery of tests and evaluations.
Tulane, Rocky’s youngest brother, drove over from his home in Florence and stayed with Momma and Clay at the hospital and made arrangements to get Daddy the best lawyer money could buy. Stone and Rocky came home, where Rocky fell into her bed and proceeded to cry her eyes out.
She was an unmitigated fool for losing her heart to Hugh deBracy. She needed to grow up, accept her fate, pack her bags, and head for Washington. And she never, ever wanted to hear another word about Miriam Randall and her matrimonial forecasts. She was swearing off men and love and relationships.
But before she did all that, she had to stop the town council from trying to condemn Daddy’s land.
The next morning, everyone seemed to have a place to be and something productive to do. Stone dropped Haley at Miriam’s and Lizzy at camp and went to work. Jane covered at the Cut ’n Curl because Momma was in Orangeburg with Daddy.
And Rocky, her eyes still swollen, her heart still dinged and battered, her reputation in tatters, hauled herself off to the doughnut shop for a sugar fix. Maybe a cruller would help her figure out this mess.
She’d just taken a delicious sugary bite when her cell phone rang. She checked the caller ID.
“Hey, Rachel,” she said as she pressed the talk button.
“Rocky, are you okay? Honest to God, the gossip is running rampant this morning. Is your daddy really in Orangeburg in the hospital? Was he really arrested? And I know everyone is saying you’re behind the scheme to condemn his land and bulldoze the golf course, but I don’t believe that one for a minute.”
Rocky groaned. “Yes, Daddy is in Orangeburg. He had a blackout, and Doc Cooper is worried about him. And yes, Lillian Bray, in addition to having him arrested for assault, is trying to get the town council to condemn his land. And no, I had nothing to do with that idea.”
“Was that Lord Woolham’s idea?”
Rocky squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted to believe what Hugh had said last night. But a little part of her doubted him. He hadn’t done a thing, really, to defend the accusations Stone had thrown in his direction. And besides, he’d given her that line last night about caring for Last Chance and its people. He’d talked about the lower classes and how he was their friend.
Yeah, right. She was a complete sucker.
“I don’t know if Hugh is responsible,” Rocky said, her voice sounding miserable.
“Oh, crap. Honey, a whole lot of people saw you with him last night. And you were not behaving in a professional way.”
“I know. I let the fantasy carry me away.”
“Aw, honey, I’m sorry. But hey, he wasn’t the one for you anyway. We both knew that.”
Caroline ground he
r teeth together. She was getting really tired of everyone telling her that Hugh was not the one for her. Because last night the two of them together had felt so right. Like it was meant to be.
Maybe that was only lust. She could live without lust, right? She clutched the advice that Sharon had given her like a lifeline. She could live without Hugh deBracy. But she couldn’t live with herself if she let Lillian Bray condemn Golfing for God.
She decided to change the subject. She needed to move on. “How’d it go with Bubba?” she asked.
Silence beat for a moment followed by a long, contented sigh.
“That good?”
“Oh, yeah. I’m going to the country music concert down at the fairgrounds with him tonight. I can’t wait until his mouth heals.”
“Well, that sounds real nice, Rachel,” Rocky said as a pang of jealously hit her in the gut. Why couldn’t she be sighing and looking forward to a date with Hugh?
Just then an unexpected burst of noise came through the cell phone. It sounded like people hollering at one another. “Uh, Rache, what’s going on?”
“Holy cow, Hettie’s here at work. She just walked right into Jimmy’s office, and she’s screaming at him. And he’s screaming right back at—” Rachel broke off the conversation, and Rocky heard several rather colorful cuss words being shouted in the background.
“Rachel?”
The noise continued for a moment, followed by what sounded like slamming doors. Rachel came back on the line, her voice suddenly urgent and worried. “Hettie just slapped Jimmy’s face and told him she wasn’t going to bail him out anymore. She said he needed to fix things here at the plant. And she said that if he continued to support the effort to take away your daddy’s land, she would divorce him without batting an eye.”
Rocky swallowed down a sticky sweet bite of cruller. The sugar wrapped itself around her mouth and made its way right to her brain, where it kick-started her thought processes.
She wondered idly if Dash and Hettie would ever get together again. Because it sure did look like the Queen Bee was about to get a divorce.
And just like that, all the pieces of the impossible puzzle she’d been working on for the last several days suddenly fit together in the perfect solution.
Why the hell hadn’t she seen it before?
Haley Rhodes sat in the swing on Miz Miriam’s porch. Granny had dropped her off here early this morning for breakfast on account of the fact that everyone in the family was in a really, really bad mood, and everyone had someplace important to go today, except Haley and her angel.
Granny, Granddaddy, Uncle Clay, and Uncle Tulane were off in Orangeburg, where Granddaddy was in the hospital. Aunt Jane was working at the Cut ’n Curl. Daddy was at work.
And no one was talking about Aunt Rocky. Everyone seemed to be kind of mad at her for something Haley didn’t really understand. She had a feeling everyone thought Aunt Rocky was responsible for getting Granddaddy into trouble.
But it wasn’t Aunt Rocky who tore up Miz Bray’s flowers.
Haley stared at the Sorrowful Angel, who was sitting on the porch railing. The angel looked kind of pitiful today.
“You shouldn’t have tore up Miz Bray’s garden like that,” Haley said. Haley hadn’t told anyone that it was the angel who messed up Miz Bray’s flowers. She really wanted to tell people, but nobody would believe her. They all thought Granddaddy had done it, and for some reason, they thought Aunt Rocky had put him up to it or something. It was confusing.
“I wish you would go back to Heaven,” she told the angel.
The angel nodded and wiped a tear away.
“I hate you. Everyone’s mad at Granddaddy on account of you.”
The angel hung her head.
Haley’s eyes filled up and pretty soon she was bawling as hard as the angel. She drew her knees up and rested her head on them. Meanwhile, the Angel came to sit beside her and put her arm around Haley’s shoulders.
The angel was cold. But having her there was a comfort just the same. Without the angel, Haley would be all alone. And that thought made her cry a little harder. What would happen if the angel really did find a way back to Heaven?
She cried until she couldn’t cry anymore.
Sometime later, a strange voice said, “I say, is that a ghost?”
Haley opened her eyes to find a little gray-haired lady standing on Miz Miriam’s porch. She wore a pair of bright red eyeglasses and a purple dress. The lady sat down in one of Miz Miriam’s rocking chairs and fanned her red face.
“Crikey, it’s hot.” She smiled. “I’m Petal deBracy, and who are you two?”
Haley blinked. “You can see the angel?”
Petal turned and looked really hard at the angel. You could tell when someone was faking it. This lady wasn’t a faker.
“I don’t think she’s an angel, love,” Petal said. “More like a spirit of one who’s departed, in my opinion.”
Haley wasn’t sure what the lady meant, but it was sure interesting to find someone who could actually see the angel. “Hi, I’m Haley.”
The lady put out her hand, and Haley shook it. Petal had warm, sweaty hands. “And you.” She tilted her head toward the angel.
The angel didn’t say a word, which was not too unusual.
“Not a big talker, then?”
“Nope. She just gets people into trouble. And she cries a lot. But she’s my friend.”
Petal nodded. “Yes, I can see that. You’ve been crying as well. Spirits can be quite helpful at times, but then again when they get to haunting, they are more nuisance than help, I’ve found. The trick is to figure out what unfinished business they are on about. If you can help them finish up their business, then they are easily gotten rid of.”
“Really?”
“Oh, absolutely. There are dozens of stories about how one goes about helping a spirit to move on. I could tell them to you. But first, what seems to be her problem?”
Haley took a deep breath and started to talk. It was such a relief to find a grown-up who took what she had to say about the Sorrowful Angel seriously.
Hugh’s mobile phone pulled him from his fitful sleep. He cracked an eye and read the time on the clock radio beside the cheap and lumpy bed. It was almost noon. His head hurt.
After Rocky had left him last night, he’d taken a long walk, right into a rather seedy roadhouse across the street from the Magnolia Inn.
His single beer turned into more than one, and before he knew it, he’d befriended a group of locals and got pulled into a game of eight-ball snooker. Luckily the tavern was within walking distance of his room at the Inn because he’d gotten himself pissing drunk.
It seemed the appropriate thing to do, seeing as his fantasy woman had left in a huff, and he had no earthly clue how to win her back.
He reached for his mobile phone and checked the caller ID.
“Petunia,” he said as he pressed the talk button. He tried to sound bright and chipper, but he failed. “Is there a problem at home, love?”
“Is there a problem?” The timber of Petunia’s voice reminded him of the times when he’d disappointed his aunt. Disappointing Petunia was far worse than disappointing Granddad. Granddad was always disappointed. But disappointing Petunia was a rare thing and always made him feel very low indeed.
“Have I done something wrong?” he asked.
Silence beat at him for several long moments before she spoke again. “Everything is fine at home. But not here in South Carolina. I’ve just had the most amazing story from Mrs. Harry Randall. My word, Hugh, this is a very interesting village you’ve found for your factory. Petal quite approves of it.”
Hugh sat up in bed. It was a big mistake. His head felt like someone was driving nails through it. “Are you here?”
“Where is here? I am in Last Chance, South Carolina. You, apparently, are not here. According to your landlady, you did not return home last night. That is, apparently, cause for much gossip and speculation, which is quite unseemly.
”
“You’re in Last Chance? Why?”
“Simple, really. Petal insisted that we had to come. Something about Queen Aeval being very upset with you.”
“Queen Aeval, the mythological goddess of Irish fishwives? Since when do you believe in Aeval?”
“When Aeval and my own spiritual guides are in agreement, that’s when.”
“Oh, Christ.”
“Yes, well, perhaps He can help, but I’m not one to put much faith in Him. Is it true what they say here? That you’re trying to force that man who owns the golf course off his property? My word, Hugh, I would expect something like that from Father, but not from you.”
“Granddad would approve, wouldn’t he?”
“Yes, well, he might. But I don’t. Goodness, Hugh, couldn’t you build your factory someplace not already occupied?”
“Yes, I can. In fact, I was made a very nice offer yesterday to do just that.”
“Really?”
“Yes. A textile heiress wants to buy my loom technology.”
“And you accepted this offer?”
“No, I didn’t. I probably should have. That would have made everyone happy. I would have lived up to the family motto—Honor in duty—and all that.”
“Really, there are more important things than duty and honor, Hugh.”
“Not according to Granddad.”
“Well, he was misguided.”
“Maybe he was. But he was usually right. And if I’d been more like him, I wouldn’t have made such a mess of things.”
“I take it this textile heiress isn’t named Rocky Rhodes.” Petal managed to put her finger right on the heart of the matter.
His face burned. “Aunt Petunia, please. I don’t think—”
“Exactly, Hugh, you haven’t been thinking. I’m quite appalled, really. You’ve been behaving like Father, with all this rot about duty and honor and heiresses. It’s a very good thing Petal insisted we come before you made yourself a complete villain.”
“Right. Look, Aunt Petunia I—”
“We need to talk. Face-to-face. You will meet us here at Mrs. Randall’s boardinghouse directly. And then we are all going down to City Hall for the meeting at two o’clock. You will stand up and you will tell the town council that you oppose the plan to force that man off his land.”
