Ain’t She Sweet?

She trailed the backs of her fingers along his jaw. “She’s changed.”

“That’s what everybody keeps saying, but I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong.”

She rested her head against his arm. “We fight all the time, and I’ve said more rotten things to her in two days than I’ve said to everyone else in a lifetime. But she’s not going to be around much longer, and this may be the only chance I have to figure things out with her.”

He massaged the back of her neck with his thumb. “Honey, she doesn’t have your best interests at heart.”

“That’s not entirely true.”

“Believe me, it is.” He withdrew his arm, tapped the steering wheel. “I wasn’t going to say anything about this, but… She came on to me last night.”

She smiled. “I know. I was there.”

“What?”

“Colin and I were standing on the stairs. We heard the whole thing. Sugar Beth set you up.”

“You and Colin stood there and listened to her throw herself at me?”

“We were weak. And we had a vested interest in the outcome.”

“I don’t believe this.” He smacked the steering wheel with the heel of his hand. “She set me up?”

“She’s a devil, all right.”

“I don’t like that admiration I hear in your voice.”

“She’s aggressive, but she’s not mean-spirited-not the way she used to be. And she’s great with Gigi. I want to know her better.”

“You don’t have to stay at the carriage house for that. You can meet her for lunch, for God’s sake. Go shopping together.”

“It wouldn’t be the same. It needs to be just Sugar Beth and me, sink or swim, nobody else around.” She kissed the corner of his mouth. “I have to do this.”

“For how long?” he said begrudgingly.

“I’m not sure.”

“What about us? Our marriage?”

“That’s lookin’ real good to me right now.” She dabbled with his bottom lip. “Would you mind so much if we dated for a while?”

“Dated?”

“For a while.”

“You want to date?”

“Just for a little while.”

“Damned right I’d mind.”

“Then we’re going to have a fight about it, and as much as the idea appeals to me, can we wait until tomorrow to do it?”

“You want to fight with me?”

“Oh, yes.”

He shook his head. “I know that someday I’ll understand this, but right now I’m too wrung out from trying to satisfy your insatiable lust.”

“Get used to it.”

He laughed, started the car, and drove her back to the carriage house where he walked her to the front door and kissed her good night like a perfect Southern gentleman. With a pair of blue panties tucked in his pocket.

Sugar Beth didn’t see Colin again until Wednesday morning. As she left for the bookstore, she spotted him pushing a wheelbarrow loaded with stone toward the tree line behind Frenchman’s Bride. Gordon trotted off to join him, and Sugar Beth frowned. Colin should be writing.

When it was time for her lunch break, she carried her bag of taco chips and a Coke across the street to Yesterday’s Treasures. The store had reopened for business the day before, and there’d been a steady stream of customers ever since, including the same busload of senior citizens who’d visited the bookstore a few hours earlier. She still couldn’t get used to the idea of Parrish being a tourist destination.

She greeted Donna, Winnie’s assistant, then headed for the back of the store where she found Winnie sitting at her desk looking starry-eyed and sleepy. Sugar Beth pulled up a straight-backed chair, propped her feet on the desk, and opened the taco chips. “I heard you sneak in again in the middle of the night. Why don’t you just move back home?”

“I’m not done torturing you.” Winnie yawned, then smiled. “Ryan and I had a huge fight last night.”

“Ah, well, that explains the look of bliss.”

“We never used to fight.” She smiled as she reached across the desk to swipe some chips. “Fighting’s wonderful.”

“Each to his own. Although the two of you are such big pansies, I can’t imagine it gets too dangerous.”

“We yell,” she said defensively. “Or at least he did last night. He really wants me to come home. He’s trying to be understanding, but he’s getting frustrated.”

“Not from lack of sex, that’s for sure.”

Winnie actually giggled. “I never thought we’d have so much passion.”

“You are a lot weirder than me.”

Twenty minutes later, when Sugar Beth returned to work, Jewel passed over an envelope. “This came for madam while she was out.”

Sugar Beth opened it and found a round-trip air ticket to Houston. She gazed at the date. The ticket was for tomorrow, her day off, a flight leaving in the morning and returning that same night. She pulled out a separate sheet of paper and found a confirmation number for a rental car.

She bit her bottom lip and gazed across the street at Yesterday’s Treasures. It could have been Winnie who’d done this, but she was too preoccupied now to have thought of it. Sugar Beth pressed the envelope to her breast. Colin.

Less than twenty-four hours later, Sugar Beth stood in the doorway of the second-floor lounge at Brookdale and gazed at Delilah bent over a jigsaw puzzle. Her gray hair fell straight and smooth to just below her ears, and a headband printed with ladybugs held it back from her chubby face. Today she wore the pink jumper Sugar Beth had brought her several months ago, along with a lavender T-shirt. For a moment Sugar Beth simply gazed at her, then she spoke softly. “Hey, sweetheart.”

Delilah stiffened. Her head came up slowly, her eyes already filled with hope. “My Sugar Beth?”

A moment later they were in each other’s arms, with Delilah saying her name over and over again.

For the next half hour, she couldn’t seem to stop talking. “I didn’t think you’d ever come… You said you wasn’t mad, but… And then I gave Henry my extra muffin… Dr. Brent filled my tooth… And Shirley knows you’re only allowed to smoke outside…” As she spoke, she held Sugar Beth’s hand, and she continued to hold it as they took a walk across the grounds. She chose Taco Bell for lunch, and afterward they went on a shopping expedition that finished off Sugar Beth’s paycheck. She didn’t let herself dwell on the fact that she had only six more weeks until the next payment was due.

Delilah’s anxiety finally set in, and she wanted to go back to Brookdale. “Meesie gets worried if I’m gone too long.” Meesie Baker was Delilah’s favorite aide.

“I think it’s harder on you bein’ so far away than it is on her,” Meesie said later when Sugar Beth caught her alone. “She misses you, but she’s doin’ fine.”

Sugar Beth stroked Delilah’s hair as they said good-bye. “I’ll call you on Sunday. And I’ll think about you every day.”

“I know you will, my Sugar Beth. Because you love me so much.”

“You got that right, ace,” she replied, which made Delilah giggle.

On the flight back, Sugar Beth gazed out the window and fought the lump in her throat. How many people were lucky enough to have someone in their lives who loved them so unconditionally?

As she drove home in the dark, she tried to figure out how she could thank Colin. In the end, she took the coward’s way out and wrote him a note. Her first three attempts revealed too much and ended up in the wastebasket, but the version she stuck in his mailbox as she left for work on Friday morning did the job without the sentiment.