yesterday,â Scott said. âOr maybe it was day before that. I lose track of time when Iâm here working.â
âBut he couldnât be bothered to let me know that,â Billy said.
âI needed two days alone to finalize the schematics for the restaurant in Boca Raton,â Scott countered. âYou know what Iâm like when Iâm trying to finish a project.â
âSay no more. Heâs a bear. Or I should say, unbearable,â Billy told a giggling Maggy.
Scott dipped a spoon into the tub of pimento cheese and tasted it thoughtfully. âYou know, this would make a nice appetizer for the Southern-themed diner Stephen wants to do in Durham.â
âMama usually serves it on Ritz crackers with some of Aunt Rooâs pepper jelly drizzled over it,â Riley said. She set her half-eaten sandwich down on the plate and pushed it away. And then drained the glass of piss-poor wine sheâd poured herself.
âRough day, huh?â Scott said, taking note of the wine.
âEpic,â Riley said.
âUncle Scott! Somebody changed the locks at our house,â Maggy said. âDaddyâs gonna be so mad when he finds out.â
âNo way!â Scott looked from Riley to Billy for affirmation. âDid you call the cops?â
âWe did,â Riley said quietly. She glanced over at Maggy, catching her in mid-yawn.
âSweetie, why donât you take your insulin and then you and Banks can go on up to bed?â
âIâm gonna wait up for Dad,â Maggy said.
âThere arenât any more ferries tonight,â Riley pointed out.
âSometimes he catches a ride over,â Maggy said stubbornly. âOr maybe heâs got our boat over at Southpoint. You donât know.â
âIâm too tired to argue with you now,â Riley said sharply. âGo on up to bed like I asked. If Dad does come in, Iâll send him upstairs to see you first thing. I swear.â
âCome on,â Billy said, tugging at Maggyâs hand. âIâll walk you up. Iâll even see if I can find that raggedy old Little Mermaid blankie you used to love.â
âMimi probably threw it away,â Maggy said, her voice forlorn, allowing herself to be led from the room.
âNo way,â Billy said firmly. âMimi never throws anything away.â
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âWhatâs going on between you and Wendell?â Scott asked, as soon as Maggy was out of earshot.
âAbsolutely nothing,â Riley said.
âAnd whatâs that mean?â
Riley fetched the wine jug and poured herself another glass. âI donât even know where to start.â She hesitated. âThis was supposed to be the weekend we break the news to Maggy that weâre separating. But Wendell pulled a disappearing act, and now all hell is breaking loose.â
She recounted the dayâs events, including the discovery of the foreclosure notice tacked to her front door.
âEd tried calling the sheriffâs office, but the dispatcher doesnât know whatâs going on. It looks like we might have to wait until Tuesday to get everything straightened out.â
Scott pointed at Rileyâs cell phone, which sheâd plugged into the only outlet on the kitchen counter. âAnd you still havenât heard from Wendell?â
âNot a word. Maggyâs furious at me, Iâm furious at him, and tonight ⦠when Mama finds out, well, you knowâ¦â Her voice trailed off.
Scott took a bottle of water from the refrigerator and uncapped it. He took a long swig. âWhy do you say that? You donât think Evelynâs going to blame you for everything thatâs happenedâdo you?â
âSheâs sure not gonna blame St. Wendell,â Riley said. âAccording to Mama, he can do no wrong.â
âFamilies.â The way Scott said it came out as a prolonged
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