Chapter Eleven
I shouldn’t have worried about serving up that cheese omelet the next morning, Lawton was not at Miss Bessie’s.
“So, whadya do, girl?” Miss Bessie demanded to know in her heavy Southern drawl.
“Do…what?”
“Mr. Brady ain’t here this morning. I hear he’s eating breakfast at the coffee shop.”
“I guess we won’t be seeing much of each other, Miss Bessie. And if you’d rather have him here than me, I certainly understand.”
She gave me a weird look, as if to say, ‘What the hell are you talkin’ about.’
“You jus better be good to the rest of my customers, don’t go scaring them away.”
“Oh, I promise.”
I followed Lawton into the hardware store during a break in my shift and confronted him between the ratchet sets and lawn equipment.
“Don’t go forgetting Miss Bessie in your atte
