Part 5 (2/2)

”What happens now?” I asked.

He shrugged. ”Got me. Waiting on someone from the fair board to get here.”

On cue, a caravan of golf carts buzzed up the dirt trail, headed in our direction, with Mama Biggs leading the charge.

She slid to a halt and was out of the cart before it stopped sliding. ”What the heck is going on here?”

Pete repeated to her what he'd just explained to me.

She whipped her head around to Bruce. ”Bruce! You plug that freezer in when you set it up here yesterday?”

Bruce and Matilda were now standing just behind Mama. Bruce was once again wearing his red wig.

”Yeah, Mama,” he said, nodding. ”I made sure it was plugged in.”

”Well, then why isn't it working?”

”I don't know, Mama.”

”Well, then, get your rear end over there and start looking at the compressor and tell me why it ain't working!”

Bruce hustled over to the freezer.

Mama muttered something about incompetence, then s.h.i.+fted her attention to Woody Norvold and the woman standing next to the golf cart they'd pulled up in. ”Woody! How soon before we can restock?”

Woody scratched his ma.s.sive head as doubt spread across his face. ”Gee, I'm not sure. I can make some calls. But shouldn't we make sure we've got a working freezer first?”

”You let me worry about the freezer,” she said, waving a hand in the air, dismissing him. ”You just get on your phone and get food here. We aren't going the entire day without food!” She glanced at the woman next to Woody. ”And, Wendy, maybe you ought to get to making some pies or something. Don't just stand around being useless like usual.”

Wendy rolled her eyes and settled her plump frame back in the golf cart. I wondered why Woody would let Mama get away with talking to his wife like that.

Mama turned her attention to me. ”And what do you have for me?”

”Excuse me?” The coffee had been a bad decision. The cup burned my hands and the lack of creamer solidified its tarlike consistency.

”I'm not just paying you to stand around and look pretty.”

I attempted to take a sip. ”I wasn't aware you were paying me at all.”

”h.e.l.lo? We spoke about this yesterday. You report to me and only me. You've had twenty-four hours. That's plenty of time to come up with something.”

I knew she was an elderly woman, but her demeanor and behavior were just flat-out offensive. She treated everyone with the same condescending, belittling att.i.tude and I didn't care for it. Everyone around her seemed to take what she was dis.h.i.+ng out.

I wasn't going to be in that group.

”Here's what I know,” I said, tossing the coffee in the trash. ”You spoke to me yesterday but never asked me anything. You just a.s.sumed I'd do something because you wanted me to. That was your first mistake.”

The small crowd of people around us began murmuring and several stepped away from us. Even Pete seemed to create some distance from me.

”Your second mistake was calling my partner before I had a chance to talk to him,” I continued. ”I'm going to make sure we charge you double at this point, if we decide to help you. And that's a ma.s.sive if at this point.”

Mama's eyes narrowed and I was pretty sure I heard Bruce whisper, ”Dude.”

”And your third mistake was just being rude. I don't like rude people. And you, lady, are unbelievably rude. If you think I'm gonna work for someone who treats everyone around her like servants, you are sorely mistaken.” I smiled at her. ”That's what I have for you. Ma'am.”

Mama shuffled her feet in the dirt and fixed me with a steely gaze. The people around us were whispering, shaking their heads in disbelief at what they had just seen and heard. Apparently, no one was supposed to talk back to Mama Biggs.

Oops.

Mama set her hands on her hips. ”You know what happened to the last fella who spoke to me like that?”

I shrugged, not caring.

”Nothing,” she said. ”Because no one's ever spoke to me like that.” She glanced around at the crowd. ”About time someone showed up with some guts.”

No one seemed to know what to make of her proclamation. I was pretty sure they'd been waiting for us to grab each other and wrestle until someone gave up.

”Your partner did call me and leave a message,” she said. ”I haven't called him back. I will do so in the next half an hour.” She hitched up her pants. ”Perhaps after we've made those arrangements, we could discuss what you've learned.”

The eyes in the crowd widened, shocked at what they were seeing. Mama's civility had stunned them all.

She walked toward her cart and slid in behind the wheel. ”And you ever mouth off to me like that again, I'll shove my walkie-talkie in that big mouth of yours.”

She winked and drove off in a cloud of dust.

12.

”Word around the fair is that you and Mama Biggs had a little skirmish,” Julianne said, her tongue lapping away at a ma.s.sive vanilla ice cream cone.

We were sitting near the dairy building, the heat having returned once again, settling over us like one big sticky blanket. It was nearly lunch, but there was still no real food on the fairgrounds and ice cream was the best we could do to satisfy her hunger.

”I wouldn't call it a skirmish.”

She eyed me over the quickly melting ice cream. ”Fracas? Squabble? Scuffle?”

”Conversation.”

”Not what I heard,” she said. ”I heard my husband told an old woman off.”

I leaned in and licked the side of the cone, stemming a drip. ”That old woman needed to be told off a long time ago.”

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