Chapter 9AFTER THE SISTERS TOLD Leon and Braden the whole tragic tale of their uncle’s childhood death, they insisted the boys stay for the feast. And who were they to argue? That barbeque smelled amazing, and it tasted even better. Ribs, potato salad, coleslaw, every side you can think of. Oh, by the time they’d stuffed themselves silly, they practically needed the sisters to roll them back to Leon’s vehicle.
The women wished Leon a Happy Father’s Day, which warmed Braden’s heart, made him feel like the best son ever. Best stepson, at any rate.
As the kind women waved goodbye, Lou-Anne said, “Good luck with Grandmother’s telephone.”
“I’d invest in some ear plugs if I were you,” Theresa added.
Lou-Anne upped the ante. “If it were me, I’d take it back where you got it from.”
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