when they arrived at the café. When everyone sat down, Mitzi found herself between Graham and Alice. Jody, right across from her, raised an eyebrow. Mitzi didn’t need a book to know what was on her mind.
The waitress hurried right over to them with her pad in hand. “What can I get y’all to drink? I hate to tell you, but we only do the grill after eight.”
“That’s fine,” Harry said. “We’ve kind of got our hearts set on your bacon cheeseburger baskets, or at least I have. And a cup of coffee.”
“Yes,” the rest of the group chimed in.
“Only sweet tea for me,” Paula said.
The others raised their hands to indicate the same.
“Daddy, when did you start drinking coffee this late?” Mitzi asked.
“When I figured out that it doesn’t keep me awake like your mama thought it did,” he answered. “How about you, Graham? You a late-night coffee drinker?”
“No, sir,” Graham said. “Anything after five keeps me up all night. Crazy thing is that sweet tea doesn’t and it’s got caffeine, too, so go figure.”
Mitzi filed that bit of information away in her head. Someday she might need to remember that he liked sweet tea but didn’t drink coffee after five.
Chapter Eight
We could sure use that bridal fair to come through,” Mitzi said as she worked on Ellie Mae’s dress. “I bet we’d be the only plus-sized display there. Word-of-mouth advertising is great, but this would really give us a boost.”
“We might have to burn a little midnight oil or hire an extra person if we get much more work,” Jody said.
“Wouldn’t that be amazing?” Paula said.
Dixie poked her head in and asked, “Where do y’all want us to take the flowers now that the kitchen is going to be used for real?”
“There’s a couple of empty rooms upstairs. We’ve got plans for the larger of the two, but you girls can move the flower business into the smaller one. I’ll get bins this weekend so you can keep them sorted by color. Daddy said he’d bring the sewing machines and a folding table on Friday. That way you’ll have a place to work with whatever project you’ve got going,” Mitzi answered.
Dixie’s hand went to her cheek. “We get our own room in your house! That’s like totally awesome.”
Tabby crossed the room and wrapped her arms around Mitzi’s neck. “Thank you. Thank you.”
“You are very welcome.” Mitzi hugged her back. “For now you can just sort the flowers in the empty boxes from unpacking.”
Jody chuckled when they’d left. “They’re worth their weight in gold. All of us should’ve gotten pregnant in high school so we’d have kids about that age.”
“And mothers in the insane asylum,” Paula laughed.
“Not a bad idea some days.” Jody laughed with her, but her expression changed when her phone rang. “Speak of the devil.” She put it on speaker and kept sewing beads on a veil. “Hello, Mama.”
“I heard that you and Paula moved into the upstairs of that house y’all bought for a shop, and that Mitzi is living with Graham Harrison. I’m glad her mama has done passed and don’t know that her daughter ain’t no better than mine,” Wanda said.
“You are on speakerphone,” Jody said.
“Good. I ain’t sayin’ nothing I wouldn’t say in church. It’s a cryin’ shame the way young people today just live together without a marriage license. Society might accept such things, but I don’t.” Wanda’s voice got higher with each word.
“I assure you, ma’am, I’m not living with Graham,” Mitzi said in a tight voice. “Paula and I talked about moving in here when we bought the place, but we wanted to keep work and our private lives separate.”
“What changed your mind? Graham Harrison living just down the road?” Wanda asked.
“Space changed our minds,” Jody said. “And finances. We don’t have to pay rent here, and besides, after the way you’ve treated me, I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“I treated you?” Wanda screamed. “You disgraced me by living with Lyle. Now look where that got you. I called to invite you to supper Friday night, but after that comment I’m not going to. Goodbye!”
Jody tapped the phone screen and left it lying on the table. “Well, ain’t that nice.”
Paula frowned.
Mitzi reminded her that was the punch line from an old joke where a country girl told her rich city cousin that her husband had sent her to finishing school to say “Ain’t that nice” rather than “Screw you!”
Paula remembered the joke and giggled. It soon turned into laughter