“So, yeah, I’m going over to the hospital in a little bit. See how Momma is doing. I’m sure she’s okay, but she’s no rocking babe anymore and that’s when bad stuff starts to happen. She’s just in her sixties, but she’s old for her age. Personally? I think she’s just mad because she’s fat. Fat’s bad. It leads to all kinds of diseases. Maybe I’ll take the nurses a few jars of honey. And by the way, I’m getting a job.”

I looked up to see Andy our UPS deliveryman’s truck pull over to the curb.

“Morning, Miss Holly! Got a couple of things for you today.”

“Well, thanks, Andy. Just toss them on the porch. I’ll see about them in a few minutes.”

“That’s fine,” he said and took the boxes up the steps to the front porch. “By the way, you were right about my tire. But it didn’t go bad until I ran over a piece of sheet metal on I-526.”

“Well, then I’m extra glad to see you in one piece.”

His face got all kind of funny looking. “How’d you know that was gonna happen?”

“Andy, it’s the most peculiar thing. I looked at your truck and it just popped into my head. Andy’s gonna get a flat in that back tire. Just like someone was whispering to me.”

“That’s kind of peculiar,” he said and looked at me so strangely.

“Come on, Andy. You’ve been knowing me for a dozen years. And this is the Lowcountry.”

“Yeah, I always forget that. You know my people come from Spartanburg.”

“Different world up there,” I said.

“I reckon so,” he said and just stood there.

“Would you like a jar of honey?” I said, thinking it might put him more at ease. “I was just going to get a few from the shed for the nurses at the hospital. I took Momma over there yesterday, and you know . . .”

“Oh, I’m so sorry! Is she all right?”

“Andy, the queen is always all right. You wait here, and I’ll be right back.”