Chapter 13Cory
Vrrr. Cory’s phone vibrated in her hip pocket.
“I’m parked right over there. The red Jeep.”
Vrrr.
“Nasty weather today. No, the corn first. Because when my son gets home he—”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Vrrr.
Typical for those city folks. Wait till the last minute to buy stuff and then they’re in a hurry. Ignoring the chatter of the grey-haired lady whose outfit screamed California, Cory hefted the fifty-pound sacks into the back of the SUV one by one. Normally she enjoyed helping people, but for some reason this one grated on her nerves.
Vrrr.
“Thank you and have a nice day.”
Striding back inside, Cory pulled her phone out of her back pocket, half-expecting the texts to be from Evelyn despite knowing the woman had no cell phone at her disposal. But who knew, maybe her mom had—
