She was far from through. 'Nearly had me a spell when Earleen came running down to tell me you'd gone and wrecked that car. Told you when you bought it, no good comes of buying foreign. Out racing the roads on the Lord's day, too.' She flipped the crust into a pie plate. 'And when I come hurrying home to see if you're dead or alive, you tell me you've invited a guest for dinner.'
Fuming, she trimmed and fluted the edges. 'As if that ham in the oven was going to fix itself. Edith's grandbaby, too. I had a great fondness for Edith, and she told me how her grandbaby'd been to Paris, France, and Italy, walked right into Buckingham Palace and even had dinner with the President of the United States in the White House.' She pounded out the next crust. 'Here she's coming to dinner and I ain't had time to see if the silver needs polishing. Your mama'd turn over in her grave-God rest her-if I weren't to use the good silver.' She wiped the back of her wrist over her brow. Her heavy charm bracelet danced and jangled. 'It's just like a man to think Sunday dinner makes itself.'
Tucker scowled down at the potato he was peeling. 'I'm helping you, aren't I?'
She gave a superior sniff and glanced at him. 'Fine help you are. You're taking too much meat off them 'taters- and getting peelings all over my clean floor.'
'Jesus Christ-'
Delia's eyes flashed with the cold ire Tucker respected. 'Don't you use the Lord's name in vain-not in my kitchen on Sunday.'
'I'll clean up the floor, Delia.'
'See that you do-and not with one of my good dishrags neither.'
'No, ma'am.' It was time to pull out the big guns, Tucker decided. He set the bowl of potatoes in the sink, then moved over to wrap his arms around Delia's considerable waist. 'I just wanted to do something nice for Caroline after she'd patched up my head.'
Delia grunted. 'I've see what she looks like. I can guess what that something nice is.'
He grinned into her wild red curls. 'Can't say the thought hasn't passed through my mind.'
'Passed under your zipper, more like.' But her lips were quirking. 'Seems a bit skinny for your taste.'
'Well, see, I figured she'd flesh out some, especially after sampling your cooking. You know there's nobody in the county who can set a table compared to yours. I kind of thought I'd like to impress her, and the surefire way was to have her taste some of your honey-glazed ham.'
Delia snorted and shifted, but the flush of pride was creeping up her cheeks. 'I guess I don't begrudge giving the girl a decent meal.'
'Decent?' He gave Delia a squeeze. 'Sugar, she won't have had better in the White House. You can take that to the bank.'
Delia chuckled and slapped his hands away. 'She won't get nothing if I don't finish. You drop them 'taters in that kale I got simmering, then clear out. I can do this quicker without you sniffing 'round.'
'Yes'm.' Tucker pressed a kiss to her cheek that made her grumble and grin. When he walked out of the steamy kitchen a few minutes later, he found Dwayne sprawled in the parlor watching another baseball game. 'Wouldn't hurt you to shave.'
Dwayne shifted and reached for the bottle of Coke sitting on the floor. 'It's Sunday. I never shave on Sunday.'
'We've got company coming.'
Dwayne took a long swallow, and swore when the shortstop bobbled the ball. 'If I shave, she might see that I'm better looking than you. Then where'd you be?'
'I'll risk it.'
Dwayne snorted. 'They're going to be pulling this pitcher before the inning's up-if they got half a brain. I'll do it then.'
Satisfied, Tucker started upstairs. Before he reached his room, Josie called to him.
'Tucker? Is that you, honey?'
'I'm going to take a shower.'
'Well, just come on back here for a minute and help me out.'
He checked the grandfather clock, saw he had a half hour before Caroline would arrive, and sauntered down the hall to Josie's room.
It looked like a department store after a clearance sale. Blouses, dresses, lingerie, shoes, were tossed over bed, chair, and window seat. A black lace teddy hung suggestively from the trunk of a stuffed pink elephant some forgotten swain had won for her at the state fair.
She was still wearing the little red robe and her head was stuck in her closet as she pawed through what was left hanging there.
As always, there was a scent clinging to the air, a mixture of perfumes, powders, and lotions. The result was something between the perfume counter at Blooming dale's and a high-class bordello.
Tucker gave the room a brief survey, and came to the obvious conclusion. 'Got a date?'
'Teddy's driving me down to the nine o'clock show in Greenville. I told him to come on to dinner, since we're having company anyway. How's this?' She turned, holding a short orange leather skirt up to her waist.
'Too hot for leather.'
Josie pouted a minute because she knew the skirt showed off her legs, then tossed it aside. 'You're right. I know what I need, that little cotton dress, the pink one. I wore it at a garden party last month in Jackson and got a marriage proposal and three indecent propositions. Now, where the hell is it?'
Tucker watched as she started tossing through clothes already discarded. 'I thought you were trying out the doctor for Crystal.'
'I did.' She glanced up and grinned. 'Thing is, I decided he wasn't Crystal's type at all. And he'll be going back north in a day or two, and that would just break her heart. She couldn't afford to visit him if things got serious between them. And I can. Does your head still hurt?'
'Not much.'
'Look here.' She pointed to a small bruise on her calf. 'You went tearing out of here so fast before, you kicked up gravel. Now I'll have to put Erase on that if I want to wear a skirt.'
'Sorry.'
She shrugged and went back to looking for the pink dress. 'I guess it's okay. You were upset. Everybody's going to know she was lying, Tucker. Even before they bury her on Tuesday, everybody'll know.'
'I expect so.' He spotted a swatch of shell pink and crouched down to pull the dress out from under the pile. 'I've calmed down, Josie. Hearing it from Burke just fired me up.'
She touched the bandage on his forehead, and they stood close, in a drift of Josie's perfume. They shared more than their mother's face, more than the Longstreet name. Between them was a tie deeper than blood. It went to the heart.
'I'm sorry she hurt you, Tucker.'
'Poked a few holes in my pride, that's all.' He kissed Josie lightly on the lips. 'They'll heal up fast enough.'
'You're just too nice to women, Tucker. It makes them fall in love with you, then you've got nothing but trouble. If you were a little harder on them, you wouldn't get their expectations up.'
'I'll keep that in mind. Next time I take a woman out, I'll tell her she's ugly.'
Josie laughed and stood up to hold the dress in front of her as she twisted and turned in front of her cheval glass. 'Don't go reciting any poetry, either.'
'Who says I do?'
'Carolanne told me you talked poetry when you took her over to Lake Village to look at stars.'
Tucker shoved his hands in his pockets. 'How come women always tell the intimate details of their life over a manicure or a permanent?'
'It's the same as men bragging about the size of their wangers over a bottle of beer. How's this look?'
He scowled. 'I'm finished handing out compliments to females.'
Josie only chuckled as he strode off to shower.
Caroline was so stunned by Sweetwater that she stopped her car halfway up the drive to stare. The house was pearly white in the afternoon sun, all gracious curves and delicate ironwork, slender columns and glinting
