was in business for himself."
"Don't say. And what was that?"
"He rented out Porta Potties."
"Porta Potties, huh? Any money in that?"
"I guess. I was only six when he died. Then I came to live with Biggie."
"What happened to your mama?"
"Oh, she didn't much want me, I guess. She's the nervous type. Anyway, I'd rather live with Biggie in Job's Crossing than in Dallas."
"Can't say I blame you for that. Now, Biggie, about the will. I'm going to have Jeremy??
Just then there was a knock on the door and Laura came in. She smiled at me and Biggie. "I'm sorry to interrupt," she said, "but Dr. Beall is here to see you."
Biggie stood up. "We'll go. I want to see the barns before dark."
"Wait," Rex said. "Don't forget to take your picture," he said to me. He turned to Laura. "Honey, I've given that picture to J.R. Can you take it down for him?"
"Of course." Laura took the picture from the mantel and handed it to me. "He was a handsome man, wasn't he?"
I looked closer. He was tanned and rugged looking, with curly black hair that hung down over his forehead. He had blue eyes the same color as mine. "Yes'm. He sure was."
We turned to go.
"Wait," Rex said. "Fiona, will I see you tomorrow? Please. I have a lot more to talk over with you."
"You have your doctor's appointment early tomorrow morning. Have you forgotten?" Laura kissed him on top of his bald head.
"And we have to be getting back to town as soon as the road is cleared," Biggie said.
"Then come back Friday." He begged Biggie with his eyes.
"Yes, please. Come for dinner," Laura said. "This poor darling man has little enough to brighten his life. By all means, come."
"I suppose we could do that," Biggie started toward the door. "Do you know where Julia and Ruby are?"
"They went to their rooms for a little rest before supper."
"Then I'll do the same."
9
After leaving the picture in my room, I followed my nose to the backyard. Somewhere, someone was cooking barbecue, and I aimed to find it. Sure enough, I found Rosebud and Abner Putnam standing beside a giant brick pit next to a grove of pines between the house and barn. Redwood picnic tables stood in a row under the trees. A fifty-gallon drum held ice and cans of soda and beer. Rosebud, with a beer in one hand, turned the sizzling chicken halves with the long fork he had in his other hand.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey yourself. Where's Miss Biggie?"
"Resting in her room. We having barbecue for supper?"
Rosebud cocked his head at me.
"Well, I was just asking. Golly."
"What do it look like we havin'?"
Abner came and laid a hand on my shoulder. "Don't mind him, son. How 'bout getting me a beer." He tossed his empty can in a plastic trash bin.
"Can I have a Big Red?"
"You betcha," Abner said. "Soon as you take this pan in and tell Josefina to fill her up with more mopping sauce."
I got the beer for Abner and headed back toward the house with the empty pan. Then I realized I didn't know where I was going. "Where's the kitchen?"
Abner pointed to a door at the far end of the house half-hidden by a large magnolia tree. I knocked on the door. Someone was singing inside. Suddenly the door opened and a little bitty Mexican lady stood looking at me. She was dressed in a blue Mexican dress with bright embroidery around the neck. "And who are you?" she asked.
I told her who I was. "Abner sent me in for more sauce."
"So, the lazy man can't walk a few steps for more sauce and has to send our guest to do his job. Well, come in, muchachito. How would you like a piece of pie while he waits for the sauce?"
"I better get back. He might need it now."
"Lemonade then?"
"I've got a Big Red waiting for me." I handed her the pan.
"So, the macho man needs you back. Here, then." She took the pan and filled it with good smelling sauce from a pot on the stove. "Careful now, it is very hot."
"I'll see you later," I said from the door.
"You surely will," she said.
I got my Big Red and stood around listening while Rosebud and Abner cooked barbecue and talked.
"Yeah, I've been with Rex since his racing days," Abner said. "I lost me own leg in a wreck at Indy in '53." He raised up his jeans a little and rapped twice