“Well, I found out that Belinda didn’t leave the reception right away. And I found that there was an altercation between Nash and Glynis, although that’s not much of a surprise.” She frowned. “And while I was speaking with Holden, I noticed all the dust on my tables.”
Wanda stood up. “I kin take care of that.”
“Absolutely not. As I’ve mentioned before, you’re my guest. I’ll call that Puddin up right now. Last year I tried to get Puddin out near Christmas and neither she nor Dusty would ever pick up the phone.”
“Got a plan to git ‘em out here?”
“I certainly do. I’ll continue phoning them until Puddin agrees to come over and clean. I’m up in the middle of the night, after all. I’ll keep calling her at two-thirty a.m. and I bet she’ll quickly capitulate. People like their sleep.”
Wanda
