Live and let pie, p.1
Live and Let Pie, page 1
Live and Let Pie
Twin Berry Bakery - 4
Wendy Meadows
© 2021, Wendy Meadows
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
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Contents
Author’s Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
What’s Next?
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Author’s Note
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Chapter One
Rhonda watched Zach lift a heavy bale of hay. “Working hard?” she asked through chattering teeth. A bitter cold wind was whispering in around a dreary gray morning scented with snow.
Zach spotted Rhonda standing in the barn door holding a cup of coffee. The early morning light made her face glow with a beauty that Zach couldn’t putinto words. He liked Rhonda—a lot—but wasn’t prepared to confess his feelings.
“Billy wanted this hay stacked,” he said. He tossed the bale of hay he was holding down onto a neatly stacked row and then slapped at the work gloves covering his hands. “Now that the Pumpkin Festival is over, there isn’t really much for me to do. Billy finds a few odds and ends to keep me busy.”
“I don’t think it’s that there’s no work,” Rhonda pointed out, feeling grateful that she had tossed fashion to the side and worn a warm gray and white coat to Billy’s farm. “Billy said we’re going to have a terrible winter this year. This freezing weather arrived overnight.”
Zach knew Rhonda was right. All the work Billy had planned for Zach to accomplish had been hampered by days of freezing rain and icy winds. Yet, Billy, staying good to his word, kept finding little jobs for Zach to do instead of handing him a pink slip. “Billy is paying me good money to stack hay. I feel like I’m cheating the man.”
Rhonda took a sip of her coffee and studied Zach. The poor man was wearing only a thin green windbreaker over a pair of worn jeans. His head was covered with the usual ball cap he always wore, hiding a handsome face that Rhonda was very fond of. “Rita and I came to say goodbye,” she explained. “Rita will be here in a minute.”
“Goodbye?” Zach asked, confused. “Where are you two girls going to?”
“Mayfield, Vermont,” Rhonda told Zach, feeling a gust of icy wind push her further into the shadowy barn. The scents of heavy hay, cold dirt, and cows greeted her nose. Far above her head, nestled in the haylofts, she heard pigeons cooing. “A friend of Rita’s has invited us up to her lake cabin for a week.”
Zach grabbed another bale of hay. “Sounds like fun.”
“Not really,” Rhonda confessed. “Paula Capperson isn’t exactly the type of woman that goes well with my personality.”
“Oh?” Zach tossed the bale of hay onto one of the neatly stacked rows resting in front of him.
Rhonda sipped at her coffee. “Yeah,” she said. “Zach, you know by now that I like to cut up, laugh, and joke around.”
“Sure.” Zach nodded. Deep down Zach was not only falling in love with Rhonda’s beauty but also her sense of humor. He admired how the woman could joke around even when times were tough. “There’s nothing wrong with having a sense of humor.”
“Tell Paula Capperson that,” Rhonda complained. “Paula is the type of woman that would make a piece of square wood seem fascinating in comparison. She’s…so anal. Everything—everyone—has to be in a precise order.” Rhonda rolled her eyes. “The topic of which type of weeds to pull from your flower bed makes good dinner talk for the woman.”
“Then why go?” Zach asked, his brow furrowed.
“Two words: my sister,” Rhonda groaned. “Rita is blackmailing me.”
Zach fought back a grin. He liked how Rhonda and Rita got after each other sometimes. “Oh?”
Rhonda sipped more coffee. “Either I go or she tells our parents I was nearly killed falling out of the back of a truck,” she told Zach in a miserable voice. “If my darling sister was to carry out such a heinous act, my parents would scream at me until my ears fell off. And with Thanksgiving being so close…oh, Rita is good. Good, I tell you.”
Zach grabbed a third bale of hay. “Yeah, I guess she is a little tricky. You can sue her. I’ll represent you. The cows in this barn can be the jurors and Billy can be the judge. You’d win for sure.”
“Funny.” Rhonda stuck her tongue out at him. Zach didn’t see. “Well, anyway, I thought I’d say goodbye.”
Zach nodded. “I’ll see you in a week.”
“A week…seven days…one hundred and sixty-eight hours…ten thousand and eighty minutes…” Rhonda nearly sobbed. “Six hundred four thousand and eight hundred seconds…”
“Beginning when you arrive,” Zach teased Rhonda. “You’re leaving out the travel time.”
“Not funny, you.” Rhonda gave him a mock glare. “Paula Capperson is serious business. That woman can zap the fun out of Bugs Bunny.”
“I kinda liked Foghorn Leghorn better.”
Rhonda narrowed her eyes. “Don’t mess with the Bunny,” she warned.
Zach threw his hands up in the air and backed off. “Okay…okay,” he said. “This unemployed lawyer won’t insult Bugs Bunny.”
Rhonda quickly reminded herself that Zach was still working through his own troubles and knocked off the joking. “I guess things haven’t been easy for you, huh?” she asked.
Zach shrugged. “Most of my money goes to the government,” he explained. “My ex-wife ran up a lot of bills she chained to my wrists. I either pay or risk going to jail.” Zach looked around the barn. “I’m grateful to Billy. He’s really helping me keep my head above water.”
“Billy is a good man,” Rhonda said and then, on very careful legs, asked: “Zach, the bakery did exceptionally well this season…better than Rita and I could have ever dreamed.” Rhonda took a sip of coffee. “Erma, of course, is the real reason the bakery did so well. Anyway…um…we have some extra money, and if you need—”
“I’m okay,” Zach promised Rhonda, cutting her off at the pass. “Billy lets me sleep in the guest room and feeds me three square meals a day. He pays me more than I really earn, too. Plus,” Zach added, “Jose and his family have basically adopted me. Jose’s mother brings me food and is always shoving a few dollars into my pocket. The poor woman thinks I’m destitute.” Zach smiled at the thought of Jose’s mother. “I’m growing very fond of the woman.”
“I love Jose’s mother,” Rhonda agreed. “Sweetest woman in the world. And she sure keeps Billy in his place.”
Zach nodded. “Sweet as apple pie,” he said and then went back to his work. “Well…have a good trip, okay? I better get this hay stacked. Billy wants me to help Jose work on a conveyer belt later. I know Jose doesn’t need the help, but if it makes Billy happy.”
“It sure does,” Billy said in his southern farmer’s voice. “Jose is going to show you how to troubleshoot them there conveyer belts and tractors to boot.”
Zach saw Billy step up beside Rhonda wearing a thick brown pair of overalls and his ball cap. “Jose does a good job at those chores, Billy.”
“Why, sure he does.” Billy nodded as Rhonda joined him. “But a man who ain’t willing to learn ain’t worth much. Jose can teach you new skills that will sure come in handy next year when the Pumpkin Festival swings back through.” Billy motioned around the barn. “Man can only do so much in a barn. I’ve got to get you oiled and ready for next year, Zach.”
“I…wasn’t aware you would keep me on that long,” Zach confessed.
“Why sure,” Billy said in an easy voice. “I intend to keep you on the farm until you grow old and tired. That is, if you don’t go running off on me. I mean, a man might get the need to move on later on. But just know this here farm will always have a place for you.” Billy looked at Rita, who had just arrived. Rita was smiling at him. “What?” he asked.
“You’re very sweet.” Rita quickly kissed Billy’s cheek. Billy turned redder than a summer tomato. “Well, I guess we better get on the road. Ready, Sis?”
Rhonda looked at Rita, who was wearing a black leather jacket that didn’t seem warm. She stalled and let her sister…chill out. “Oh, not yet,” she said, listening to the icy winds rip through the barn. Rita tucked at the leather jacket and eased closer to Billy. “Zach and I aren’t through talking yet.”
Rita knew what her sister was up to. Rhonda had warned her to wear a warm coat, but Rita had chosen t he leather jacket because she wanted to look fashionable for Billy. But Billy—being his normal sensible self—had asked her why she was wearing a rain jacket instead of a warm coat. “Can you make your goodbye sooner than later?” she asked, feeling the winds grab at her free-flowing hair. Rhonda, the smarty pants, had a warm pink ski cap covering her hair.
“Oh, what’s the rush?” Rhonda took a sip of her hot coffee. “Coffee is good,” she said and patted the coffee cup with a pair of gloved hands. Rita wasn’t even wearing gloves. For a woman who thrived on being practical, she was dressed very impractically. The only practical decision Rita had made today was to wear a long, warm, blue dress.
Rita glared at her twin sister. “Rhonda, we really need to get on the road. We have to be at the airport in less than three hours,” she stated through teeth beginning to chatter.
Billy looked at Rita. “Why, you’re turning blue,” he exclaimed and shook his head. “Can’t see why you wore that there rain jacket instead of a warm coat. Sure hope you dress warmer in Vermont.”
“Thanks…Billy,” Rita said and threw her eyes back at Rhonda. “Say goodbye to Zach.”
Rhonda grinned. “Okay, okay,” she said and handed Rita her coffee. “Warm your hands and your insides.”
Billy shook his head again. “Sometimes you two are mighty hard to figure out,” he said and then focused on Zach. “When you’re finished stacking the hay, go up into the hayloft and shovel out the loose hay and feed it to the milk cows, okay? I’ll be shoveling out the manure.”
“Hey, Billy…let me do that. You shovel the hay,” Zach pleaded.
“I’ve been shoveling manure all my life. Ain’t nothing to it,” he told Zach. “Man can’t ignore the little jobs he’s used to doing just because he has a friend at his side. No sir.”
Rita looked into Billy’s sweet eyes. Sure, she was freezing, but Billy’s heart was warming her own heart. “I’ll call you when we arrive in Vermont, okay, Billy?”
Billy saw Rita staring into his eyes and blushed. Why in the world such a beautiful woman was showing him attention, he sure didn’t know. “I reckon that would be a good idea,” he said and let out a clumsy smile. “I reckon…well…” Billy leaned forward, kissed Rita on her cheek, and hurried off.
Rhonda looked at Rita and grinned. “He’s a real romantic,” she said and waved at Zach. “I’ll see you when we get back, okay?”
“You bet.” Zach smiled in a way that told Rhonda he was looking forward to seeing her again. Rhonda blushed and hurried out of the barn with Rita.
“Zach’s a nice guy,” Rita said, making a straight line for her SUV.
Rhonda glanced over her shoulder and saw Zach go back to stacking hay. “Yeah, I guess he is,” she admitted.
Rita hurried around Billy’s old truck and then dashed into the driver’s seat of her SUV. “Get in. I’ll get the heat going.”
“I wasn’t planning on walking,” Rhonda called out. She hurried to the passenger’s door, climbed inside the SUV, and took her coffee from Rita. “Well,” she said, “off we go to see Ms. Square Wood.”
Rita snapped on the heat. “Rhonda, Paula is a close friend. And,” Rita added in a serious voice, “she was a good cop.”
“Paula Capperson moved to Vermont and took a desk job,” Rhonda argued as the front vents began throwing warm air into her face. “She spent a lot less time patrolling there than the streets in Atlanta.”
“Well…maybe so, but she proved herself during that time.”
“She ran down a sixty-eight-year-old shoplifter who stole his ex-wife’s purse out of spite,” Rhonda told Rita and rolled her eyes. “The guy had one leg that was shorter than the other.”
Rita felt her cheeks turn red. “What do you have against Paula?” she demanded. “Paula was always very friendly toward you.”
“For starters,” Rhonda fired back, “she has absolutely no sense of humor.”
“Oh, here we go,” Rita complained.
“I’m serious,” Rhonda fussed. “Paula Capperson would think a clown…farting in his sleep…had a serious medical condition.”
“Do you have to be so…crude?” Rita asked. “Can we keep our words ladylike?”
Rhonda rolled her eyes. “Rita, your so-called dear friend is about as interesting as a stink bug waddling through a mud puddle.”
Rita threw her eyes at Rhonda. “Why…I’m tempted to not even bring you along.”
“Please don’t,” Rhonda begged.
“I’ve already paid for your plane ticket,” Rita snapped.
Billy stuck his head out of the barn with Zach, spotted Rita and Rhonda going at each other, and shook his head. “They’ll sit there and chew at one another for an hour. I’ve seen them do it before,” he told Zach. “Best if we just go back to our chores and let them be.”
“Yeah…I guess we better,” Zach agreed and walked back into the barn with Billy.
“Oh, you’re impossible sometimes,” Rhonda griped at Rita. “First you blackmail me into going, and now you’re—”
“I did not blackmail you. I simply…made you an offer you could not refuse,” Rita informed Rhonda, feeling like a silly schoolgirl. “Okay…okay…maybe I did twist your arm…a little.”
“A lot,” Rhonda corrected her sister.
“Okay, I admit that I’m forcing you to take this trip with me. That’s only because…” Rita paused.
“Because what?” Rhonda asked warily. She looked into her sister’s eyes. “Rita, what’s going on?”
Rita drew in a deep breath. “Paula…is getting married, Rhonda. We’re…attending a wedding…not staying at a lakeside cabin.”
“What?” Rhonda exclaimed. “Rita…how could you?”
“I know you hate weddings, I had to trick you because…I didn’t want to go alone,” Rita claimed in a miserable voice. “Please don’t be upset with me.”
Rhonda looked down at her coffee with upset eyes. “Get us to the airport,” she said through gritted teeth. “The sooner we get this nightmare over with, the better.”
Rita threw the SUV into reverse and got moving. “We’ll have fun,” she promised. “You’ll see. The wedding will be…fun.”
Rhonda closed her eyes and began taking deep breaths. “Just remind yourself the woman is your sister…just remind yourself the woman is your sister…just remind yourself the woman is your sister.”
Billy saw Rita drive away. “Yep,” he said, knowing the truth, and went to shoveling manure.
Paula Capperson was a very ugly woman. She reminded Rhonda of her old third grade teacher, Mrs. Elkworth. Mrs. Elkworth had the longest, sharpest nose Rhonda had ever seen. The nose matched an ugly, cruel face consumed with tiny eyes filled with sour hatred.
“Rita, Rhonda, how nice of you to make the trip,” Paula Capperson said in a monotone voice that matched her dull face. She took Rita’s hand and gave it a soft squeeze. “How was your flight?”
“Oh, fine,” Rita said and tossed a warning look at Rhonda. She saw Rhonda staring at Paula’s hair. The poor woman was wearing what appeared to be some type of perm that didn’t sit well with hair that had been recently dyed black.
“Uh…yeah, fine,” Rhonda added. “The drive up to this town was…snowy.”
Paula studied Rita’s and Rhonda’s matching gray and blue coats. The two sisters were identical, which was a bit annoying. The only difference Paula could make between the two sisters was the dresses they were wearing. A warm, lightly colored blue dress was sticking out from under Rita’s coat. Rhonda was wearing a dark green dress. “I suppose you might need to change your coats at a later time,” she pointed out. “Otherwise, no one will know who’s who.”
Rhonda glanced around the fancy foyer she was standing in. The foyer smelled of snobby talk. “Uh…yeah,” she said and tossed her eyes down at the brown boots she was wearing. Paula had made sure she had stomped every bit of snow off the boots before stepping into the foyer. “Rita and I both saw these coats on sale at the same time. Same thing with our boots.”
