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
“She was just trying to make a point about using too much hot water.”
“What if they slip and fall in the darkness? Do you know what percentage of head injuries come from bathroom accidents?”
“I suspect more come from football,” he said. “Look, I know Sharon’s a rough taskmaster, but this house has never been cleaner. Even the dining room table is cleared.”
“Your house might be clean, but your boys are miserable.”
“Why in the world would they be miserable?”
“They feel they are being distanced from you, and they sure as hell don’t feel loved by her.”
“Holly, that’s quite a mouthful.”
“Yeah, it is. Can you imagine what it would be if I filled in the details?”
“It wouldn’t be a story I’d relish hearing about my new wife, I’m sure. But I will be more vigilant and I will try to give the boys more time.”
“Why not have a boys’ night once a week? Give them a chance to talk to you without her there.”
“Not a bad idea.”
He looked at me in such a way that I could tell he was absolutely unconvinced that I had told him the truth about Hunter’s accident.
“You don’t believe me about Hunter and his bicycle accident, do you?”
“Look, I think you are very well intentioned. If I didn’t know you had genuine feelings for my boys, I’d be furious right now. And I’m not. Not a bit. And I think my boys are on a mission to get rid of Sharon, for whatever their juvenile reasons might be.”
“Okay, I’ve said my piece. Good luck to you, Archie.”
“Hey! Why are you saying good luck like there’s something terrible looming?”
“Because there is something terrible looming, Archie. I feel it in every one of my bones.”
“Really?”
“Look, she’s accusatory, self-absorbed, defensive, judgmental, petty, dishonest, and unkind, so I don’t like Sharon, your boys don’t like Sharon, Leslie doesn’t like Sharon, and even my momma doesn’t like Sharon. The bees don’t like her and even the seagulls don’t like her. None of us, the humans that is, see this situation improving. We all see it as going downhill. So good luck.”
“I see. So are you saying you don’t want to sit for my kids in the future?”
That was his biggest concern?
“I would never say no to doing anything for those boys. And you know it. But sit for them? I wish they lived with me. And so do they. Figure it out, Archie. You’ve got a ticking bomb on your hands, because this is only going to get worse unless you step in.”
“Look, Holly. You’re a nice girl. You mean well. But you should never assume to know how things really are under someone else’s roof.”
Don’t condescend to me, bubba, I thought.