Chapters (49)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- Chapter 1: Meet Me, Holly McNee Jensen
- Chapter 2: Bee Calm
- Chapter 3: Buzzing Along
- Chapter 4: Now What?
- Chapter 5: All the Buzz
- Chapter Six
- Chapter 7: Bermuda Triangle
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter 9: Leslie Takes the Mike
- Chapter 10: Holly Grabs the Mike Back
- Chapter 11: The Boys
- Chapter 12: Roofie
- Chapter 13: Any Objections?
- Chapter 14: The Vapors
- Chapter 15: Bliss Week
- Chapter 16: Bee Advised
- Chapter 17: Bee Ware
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter 19: Leslie and Cher
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter 23: Bee Have
- Chapter 24: Leslie, the QB, and Vegas
- Chapter 25: Gone Boys
- Chapter 26: Char
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter 28: Bee Cool
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter 31: Stop and Smell the Roses
- Chapter 32: Good to Bee
- Chapter 33: Bee Leave
- Chapter 34: Bee Happy
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter 36: Bee Joyful
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
- About the Author
- Read On
- Letter from Victoria Hanna Frank
- Remembering the Grit and Glamour of Dorothea Benton Frank
- Also by Dorothea Benton Frank
- About the Publisher
Well, I thought, you could toss Sharon off the top of the Ravenel Bridge into the Cooper River and let the sharks eat her. That would take care of it.
“You know, before you got married, I had a conversation with the boys. They both said they didn’t want another mother, that they liked things just as they were. Y’all had a boys’ club, in their mind anyway. Just you and them against the world, and together, nothing would ever hurt them again. With Sharon on the scene, they lost that, too. Do you see what I mean?”
“Do you think I made a mistake marrying Sharon?”
“Do you?”
“No.”
“Well, then . . . good.” I looked at the ground as my face got red and hot. “Maybe, if you wanted to do something, just try to temper Sharon’s rules and regulations. There might be a few that could be loosened up a bit.”
The look on his face said that I might have won Tyler a reprieve, but I had inadvertently embarrassed Archie by implying he wasn’t giving enough vigilance to what was going on. He knew that I knew he had simply turned the boys over to Sharon to raise like house plants. He also knew I knew she was doing a terrible disservice to two little boys who deserved one helluva lot more than they were getting.
“I can take them over to Maureen’s if you’d like,” I said.
“Let me talk to Sharon first,” he said. “I’ll call you, okay?”
“Sure,” I said. I went down the stairs into the yard and turned back. “Archie?”
He just stood there looking at me.
“It’s his birthday. Come on. He’s just a little boy.”
“I’ll call you,” he said.
What else could he say?
I went home and called Maureen, telling her every detail.
“So that’s the latest,” I said.
“What do you think?”
“I think that if she doesn’t let this child come to his own birthday party, I’ll be so furious with Sharon, I’ll rip her head off. How’s that?”
“I’ll help you.”
And so, I waited and waited and waited.
I went out to my apiary to check on the girls. Naturally, I told them everything. My cell phone rang in my back pocket. It was Archie. I took off my gloves and answered it.
“Sharon said no,” he said.
“Are you serious? You can’t be serious!”
“She really feels very strongly that Tyler needs to learn a lesson. Holly, he called her a terrible name. He can’t do that.”
“So let me get this straight. Hunter is going to Tyler’s birthday party without him?”
“When she found out there was a party for Tyler and that she had not been told the truth, she was furious. Hunter isn’t going, either.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because she thinks they both knew and didn’t tell her.”