My Better Life

Regal was the last person that moved to Hollow Creek. He’s the cashier at the five and dime.

I nod. “Nearly a year. And he’s nice as punch and gives them bubblegum to boot.”

“That’s right.” Gran nods. “Gavin will be gone in a few weeks, lesson learned. And the kids’ll forget all about him.”

I press my hand to my necklace. I realize that maybe that’s what I’m afraid of. I don’t want another man in their lives that they’ll forget.

Gran reaches over and pats my hand. “Don’t fash yourself. The Lord works in mysterious ways and me—”

“—and him are real good friends.” Diedre grins at Gran and Gran scoffs and waves her off.

“All better?” Gran studies me. “You’ll send him on his way soon. Or he’ll remember and he’ll send himself on his own way. But until then, keep on the good path.”

Diedre tosses a bit of shell at me. “No kissing. No sheet dancing.”

I resolve to follow their advice. No more touching, no more kissing, no more softening toward Gavin. That’s what’s making this complicated. As long as I keep it about just desserts, then I won’t feel so confused.

“Okay. No kissing. No sheet dancing.”

Gran nods. “Remember Jamie Lynn, he isn’t a good man. Roses don’t grow in a bed of manure.”

And that is all there is to say about that.