Midnight Crossroad (Midnight, Texas #1)

Midnight Crossroad (Midnight, Texas #1) by Charlaine Harris

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Authors: Charlaine Harris
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show up golden against the green of the plants and the dark brown of the stone.
    She couldn’t be bothered to get up. She took a mental picture, to hold forever. She surveyed the pile of weeds with some satisfaction. “I’m just amazing,” she told Mr. Snuggly, who looked up at her without moving his head.
    “Yes, you are,” said Bobo, and Fiji jumped and made a sound like “Eeep!”
    “Sorry,” he said, his smile dazzling. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I knocked on the shop door, but when you didn’t answer, I figured you were back here. Want me to go away?”
    Fiji
never
wanted Bobo to go away. Keeping him from knowing how much she craved his company was her problem, not how to get rid of him. “No, fine, come sit,” she said, mortified at how lame she sounded. “Want a cup of tea? A scone?” She had had plans for the second scone, but she would gladly give it to Bobo. Maybe not the one sitting on her plate, but the second one . . . sure.
    “That would be great, if you have extra,” he said hopefully, and took the second chair after Fiji removed her gardening gloves from the seat. Once inside, Fiji flew around her little kitchen. It only took a moment to prepare his tea and to arrange his scone on a little plate with a pat of margarine and a knife to spread it.
    “You do everything nice,” Bobo said, looking at the pale green cup and dish.
    Fiji glanced down at her paint-stained sweatshirt. “Not everything,” she muttered.
    Her guest took a big sip of his tea and a bite of the scone. “How’s your house?” he asked, after he’d had a good look at the garden and the cat, appreciating both. “You need anything fixed?”
    He’s so damn nice,
she thought.
Why didn’t I get a fixation on a plain man?
    She scoured her mind for some fix-it job for Bobo. “The Formica on my kitchen counter,” she said. “There’s like a strip around the edge of the counter? And it’s getting loose at one end. Probably you just glue it back on, right? With superglue?”
    Bobo brightened. “Hot glue would be better. Got a hot glue gun?”
    “I don’t think so,” Fiji said. “I’m not too crafty.”
In any sense,
she thought, with some regret.
    “I’ll bring mine over,” he said. “I have to track it down. I’ll call.”
    “That’s well worth the scone.” She made herself relax, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. She had to teach herself not to tense up when Bobo was around. “I’m so glad it’s cooling off in the daytime. At least a smidgen. You know what we ought to do? We ought to plan a citywide picnic day, now that it’s slightly less brutal weather.”
    “Citywide?”
    “Yes.” Fiji was firm. “
Townwide
sounds too podunk;
hamletwide
sounds too precious. Everyone in Midnight, even the Rev, should come. We’ll all bring some food, walk over to the Río Roca Fría, and have a fall picnic. The restaurant is closed on Monday. So are the pawnshop and the salon. A potluck picnic would be fun.”
    “You think Shawn and Creek and Connor would come? Shawn’s open every day.”
    “Surely Shawn could do without Creek for a couple of hours, and Connor could get out of school a little early? Or maybe Teacher would stay at the gas station. There’s not
ever
a time when
everyone
is off work. I thought about Sunday, but that’s Madonna’s big day at Home Cookin, and Rev would never come then, though his service is over early. Starts at nine thirty, but he’s usually done in half an hour.”
    “He has a church service? Where?”
    “In the chapel,” she said, astonished that no one else in Midnight seemed to have learned this. “Where else? He has a nondenominational service in there every Sunday morning.”
    Bobo gaped at her. “I had no idea. And it’s not on the sign. Does anyone ever go to it?”
    “I do, pretty often. Though I’m not exactly a Christian. Once in a blue moon, someone else will come, someone he’s helped. But hold on, we’ve gotten off topic. Let’s circle

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