“No phone,” he confirmed.
“Then how?”
“I talked to Harris and I used my magic Missy locater.”
“You could have called Lucy’s phone,” she said.
That had never occurred to him. Maybe it should have.
“I have a phone.” Lucy nodded her head seriously and her dark curls bounced around her face. “But you don’t have my number. You’ve never had my number.” Then she burst out laughing. She had a wonderful laugh. Brantley remembered then that he’d always thought that, even when she was a gawky fifteen-year-old and he had been the eighteen-year-old King of Main Street. Not too silly, not too loud, just very easy on the ears. But she was giddy today and her laugh gave way to a giggle—better than most giggles, but still a giggle. Missy joined in.
And snorted.
Oh, man. “Are y’all drunk?”
“No!” they burst out together, and laughed some more.
“Well, I hope I haven’t made you late for your hair appointments.” He was no longer interested in why Missy had lowered herself to interacting with a mall chain hair salon. “I have your stuff.” He held out the bags.
“You are the best! And we have some time; you can buy us some coffee.”
“I think y’all have had enough coffee,” he said. “I’m tempted to take your money away so you can’t buy any either.”
Missy stuck her tongue out at him. “They will give us some while we’re getting our hair done.”
“No, they won’t,” Lucy said. “Not here.” Lucy might know a little bit more about chain beauty parlors than Missy was ever likely to.
“How about some food?” Brantley asked.
“Yes!” This came from Lucy. “I want some food. I want some cake. And I want it right now. Chocolate.”
“There will be no cake eating,” Missy said. “Not by you and not by me until this show is over. We have to lie down to zip those pants as it is.”
“Well.” Brantley had had enough. “I need to go see my dad and grandmother. And I’ll see you both tonight.” He waved and they went back to swapping hats.
Lucy had looked really good. Had he said anything to her directly? Surely he had. His mama had sent him to Junior Cotillion to see to it that he had good manners.
Of course, he hadn’t used those manners the one time when they might have made a difference.
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Also look for these books from Alicia Hunter Pace:
Sweet Gone South (Luke and Lanie’s story)
Scrimmage Gone South (Nathan and Tolly’s story)
For a shorter visit with the Gone South gang, you can find “Slugger Gone South,” as well as three other great baseball stories in Take Me Out.
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