Chapter 8: It’s a Party ThingMrs. Ledbetter’s “small affair” consisted of about twenty people. Most were family friends, many of whom I’d met during the three weeks we’d spent there when Jack and I had gotten married in the garden out back.
“There she is,” Mrs. Ledbetter said, taking my arm and pulling me through the small throng as Jackson and Tony trailed along. Waiters carried trays of hors d’oeuvres and champagne and other “nibbly bits.” As if to celebrate the arrival of the redneck from Mississippi, a Patsy Cline CD played in the background. Patsy was in the midst of explaining how she went out walking after midnight.
Mrs. Ledbetter exclaimed, “Glenda, dear! So glad you could come. This is Wiley Cantrell. Of course you know him! He’s my son-in-law. Wiley, this is Glenda Hutchins fro
