had.”
“I know. And I heard the looks they were sharing were hot enough to start a fire.”
“Well, the next thing you know he was starting some sparks with Hannah, that’s for sure – and not for the first time. You know Mable saw them at the gas station and Ginny Lyn saw them at the cleaners.”
“And don’t forget how he snuck over to the bar to carry on with Hannah when Cody was off one night.”
“I tell you, in my day, that kind of thing wouldn’t be tolerated.”
“Amen to that.”
They continued toward the diner, watching as Hannah and Cooper parted company. Both of them waved as Hannah got in her car, pulled out and started down the street. A moment later, Jayce Weathers and the new girl in town, Callie Williams parked in front of the bakery. They both went inside.
“Well – oh my.” Nellie May stopped dead in her tracks and Netta followed suit a moment later.
“They might not be together,” Netta offered.
“Or they might. You know I’ve got a little hitch in my get-along. Let’s take a seat on that bench there for just a minute.”
Nellie Mae and Netta sat, watching the door to the bakery. It wasn’t long before Jayce and Callie walked out of the bakery. He was carrying Callie’s little girl and smiling at Callie like she was the prom queen.
“Well, well,” Netta said and got to her feet. “Looks like Jayce is slumming these days.”
“Slumming?” Nellie Mae’s attention turned to Netta. She pushed herself up, holding onto the arm of the bench for added support.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Netta grabbed Nellie Mae’s arm and steered her over closer to the building, under the shade of the awning. “Doris Beesley had her grandson at the park last week and ran into that gal, Callie. She had on a sleeveless top – you know, those ones with the little spaghetti straps? Anyway, Doris said all the skin showing on that girl’s back was covered in tattoos. Covered.”
“Oh, that’s just trashy.” Nellie Mae’s gaze returned to Jayce and Callie, standing beside her car. “And you know, I heard she’s from Nashville and we all know there’s some dens of iniquity in that city.”
“Amen, sister. Why, she’s probably one of those biker girls, or a strippers or something equally unsavory. I mean, who totes a little child like that half way across the country with no job to go to and no place to stay? If it wasn’t for the Sweets, that poor little baby would be sleeping in that car, I bet.”
“She probably thinks Jayce has money,” Nellie said. “Thinks she can latch onto him using that baby as bait and hit the money train.”
“Gold digger,” Netta added.
“Trashy one, at that. Poor little child, to be punished with a mother like that. I bet she drinks and does drugs as well. Just look how thin she is. It’s probably the drugs.”
“She could be riddled with disease. Someone should warn Jayce about that one. And my god, she’s living in the Sweets’ ranch with Cody. What in the world are Stella and Billy thinking, letting that low-rent hussy stay in their house and work at the bar? I tell you, Netta, I just don’t know what this town’s coming to.
“Oh, I know. Come on.” Netta tugged on Nellie Mae’s arm. “Let’s skip the diner and have a pastry this morning. Might be interesting to chat with Stella.”
Nellie giggled. “Indeed.”
They hurried to the bakery. It was busy this morning. They secured a table, helped themselves to coffee and waited until Stella spotted them.
She hurried over to their table. “Good morning, ladies. What can I get you?”
“Well, you know I’d purely love one of those delicious apple fritters,” Netta said.
“Oh, me too,” Nellie Mae added.
“I’ll get them right out.” Stella gave them a smile.
The moment she left, Netta leaned in over the table and whispered, “We need to get her talking about all the new people in town. That’ll set us right up to bring up Cooper Quinlan and that hussy, Callie
“I know. And I heard the looks they were sharing were hot enough to start a fire.”
“Well, the next thing you know he was starting some sparks with Hannah, that’s for sure – and not for the first time. You know Mable saw them at the gas station and Ginny Lyn saw them at the cleaners.”
“And don’t forget how he snuck over to the bar to carry on with Hannah when Cody was off one night.”
“I tell you, in my day, that kind of thing wouldn’t be tolerated.”
“Amen to that.”
They continued toward the diner, watching as Hannah and Cooper parted company. Both of them waved as Hannah got in her car, pulled out and started down the street. A moment later, Jayce Weathers and the new girl in town, Callie Williams parked in front of the bakery. They both went inside.
“Well – oh my.” Nellie May stopped dead in her tracks and Netta followed suit a moment later.
“They might not be together,” Netta offered.
“Or they might. You know I’ve got a little hitch in my get-along. Let’s take a seat on that bench there for just a minute.”
Nellie Mae and Netta sat, watching the door to the bakery. It wasn’t long before Jayce and Callie walked out of the bakery. He was carrying Callie’s little girl and smiling at Callie like she was the prom queen.
“Well, well,” Netta said and got to her feet. “Looks like Jayce is slumming these days.”
“Slumming?” Nellie Mae’s attention turned to Netta. She pushed herself up, holding onto the arm of the bench for added support.
“Didn’t I tell you?” Netta grabbed Nellie Mae’s arm and steered her over closer to the building, under the shade of the awning. “Doris Beesley had her grandson at the park last week and ran into that gal, Callie. She had on a sleeveless top – you know, those ones with the little spaghetti straps? Anyway, Doris said all the skin showing on that girl’s back was covered in tattoos. Covered.”
“Oh, that’s just trashy.” Nellie Mae’s gaze returned to Jayce and Callie, standing beside her car. “And you know, I heard she’s from Nashville and we all know there’s some dens of iniquity in that city.”
“Amen, sister. Why, she’s probably one of those biker girls, or a strippers or something equally unsavory. I mean, who totes a little child like that half way across the country with no job to go to and no place to stay? If it wasn’t for the Sweets, that poor little baby would be sleeping in that car, I bet.”
“She probably thinks Jayce has money,” Nellie said. “Thinks she can latch onto him using that baby as bait and hit the money train.”
“Gold digger,” Netta added.
“Trashy one, at that. Poor little child, to be punished with a mother like that. I bet she drinks and does drugs as well. Just look how thin she is. It’s probably the drugs.”
“She could be riddled with disease. Someone should warn Jayce about that one. And my god, she’s living in the Sweets’ ranch with Cody. What in the world are Stella and Billy thinking, letting that low-rent hussy stay in their house and work at the bar? I tell you, Netta, I just don’t know what this town’s coming to.
“Oh, I know. Come on.” Netta tugged on Nellie Mae’s arm. “Let’s skip the diner and have a pastry this morning. Might be interesting to chat with Stella.”
Nellie giggled. “Indeed.”
They hurried to the bakery. It was busy this morning. They secured a table, helped themselves to coffee and waited until Stella spotted them.
She hurried over to their table. “Good morning, ladies. What can I get you?”
“Well, you know I’d purely love one of those delicious apple fritters,” Netta said.
“Oh, me too,” Nellie Mae added.
“I’ll get them right out.” Stella gave them a smile.
The moment she left, Netta leaned in over the table and whispered, “We need to get her talking about all the new people in town. That’ll set us right up to bring up Cooper Quinlan and that hussy, Callie
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