Chapters (32)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
“Sounds like a great idea to me. If you come up with something that doesn’t involve hot wax or spray, let me know,” the manager said. “What can I help you with today?”
“I’m just looking around,” Paula said.
“I’m ready to check out.” Kayla pushed a cart full of little boy things to the counter. “And please add that baby powder that my son wasted to the bill.” While the lady with the pink-and-blue hair ran her items across the scanner, Kayla turned around to Paula. “So is one of your friends pregnant? Clay, put down that baby oil and hold your hands behind you, or else get into the cart.”
“I’m just looking for something to take to a baby shower at church.” Paula didn’t even feel guilty about the little white lie. She was tempted to tell the woman that she would be having Clay’s half sister, but that would be opening a can of worms that should be left closed for all eternity. “I thought you’d be eager to get back to West Texas, as close to your due date as you are.”
“I’m waiting on Clinton to finish up a job this weekend. He’s up in Sherman, but he’s going to pick me and Clay up tomorrow and we’re all going home together. He’s such a sweetheart. He wouldn’t let me drive over here by myself to help Rita take care of Granny’s things.”
“It would be quite a drive from Amarillo,” Paula said. “I used to live in Tulia, so I know.”
“We actually live in Canyon,” Kayla said. “And yes, I’m so ready to go home. Rita and I are finished now with our grandmother’s stuff, and I’m so happy to get back home.”
A voice inside Paula’s head told her not to meddle, but she ignored it. “I thought your son was staying with his grandmother?”
“He was until last night. She had plans for the weekend, so Clinton brought him to Whitewright to me, then he went on back to Sherman for his job,” she explained. “Looks like I’m ready to pay out. It’s good to see you again.”
Fanny Lou’s old saying came to mind: Might as well be hung for a hog as a piglet. “Nice seeing you, too,” Paula said. “You’re staying in Whitewright, then?”
“Yes, Rita and I’ve been staying at Granny’s place, but the only thing left now is a couple of old beds. No problem, though. It’s only one more night.”