Chapter Seven
Now that recruitment day had arrived, all the chips were on the table, and it was time to call. EJ paced around the room, her anxiety rising with every step. Maybe this was not a good idea. She told herself to stop worrying. What could go wrong?
Aunt Belle stared at EJ, small glasses balanced on her nose. She snatched them off. “Well, I know where to look. I just don’t know. You look like a young man. I wouldn’t let you drink in the bar.”
Charlie answered, “You wouldn’t let half the boys in town drink in the bar, and we’d lose a fortune.” She adjusted the flat cap on EJ’s head, tucking in a strand of hair.
“I need a drink.” Belle opened a bottle and poured the clear liquid into her teacup.
Charlie gave her a sharp look.
“I don’t care what time it is.” Belle chugged her
