Whiskey Creek: Take Me Home For Christmas Part 7

What? Anger flooded Sophia's system. She should never have told her in-laws about that kind gesture. Gail hadn't given her that money for any such purpose. It wasn't enough, anyway. Skip's parents were the ones who'd ordered everything. Sophia had been shocked by how much they were willing to spend, considering he'd cost them their life's savings, but she'd chalked it up to habit and that fierce DeBussi pride. They could never be honest about anything. Appearances were all that mattered. Perhaps she'd been guilty of the same thing earlier in her life. But she hadn't been guilty of racking up nearly $15,000 in funeral expenses!

"I'm afraid most of Gail's money is gone, Mr. Halloway," she said. "I-I had to pay the people who were working for me. And what's left is all I've got to take care of Alexa until...until I find a job."

"I have a family to support, too," he pressed. "I told you in the beginning I wouldn't perform the service unless you paid me in advance."

"Exactly. And you didn't change your mind until Skip's parents got involved. You were dealing with them."

"They've been part of the community for so long I never dreamed they'd do this to me, but it seems Skip inherited his dishonesty from them."

Sophia didn't want to be seen as a crook. She supposed it was a good sign that she still cared enough for that to bother her. But he was just one of many who were clamoring for money. She couldn't possibly satisfy them all. "I'm sorry, I really am, but...I can't help you."

"I don't feel it's fair for me to take the loss," he said. "I buried your husband, didn't I? Now I'd like to stop by and pick up at least a partial payment."

She had so little left. But how could she say no? It wasn't fair that he shouldn't get paid for the funeral. She didn't want to be responsible for anyone else getting hurt.

"I can give you a hundred bucks," she told him.

"That's better than nothing. I'll be right over," he said and hung up.

With a sigh, she slumped onto the pillows. She had such a blinding headache, couldn't remember when she'd last eaten and was beginning to feel dehydrated.

She hoped Alexa would get home in time to handle Clarence, but the doorbell rang while her daughter was still gone. Summoning what remained of her strength, Sophia managed to get up and force her leaden feet to move. She pulled on a robe, collected the money from her purse on the kitchen counter where Alexa had put it, and went to the door.

The undertaker raised his eyebrows when he saw her, but he glanced away and took the money. "I'll come by next month," he said tersely and turned to leave without another word.

Sophia stood in the doorway, watching until she couldn't see his black Cadillac anymore. Next month? Fine. That sounded like an eternity from now. She had no idea how she'd survive until then-and part of her hoped she wouldn't.

8.

"What are you looking at?"

Eve Harmon glanced over as Cheyenne Amos came to stand next to her at the window. Since Chey had married Dylan, she didn't usually work late at the B and B, not like she used to. When she'd been living with her sick mother and troubled sister, she'd taken advantage of any reason to stay out of the house.

"I thought you'd gone home," Eve told her.

"I wanted to finish the new brunch menus."

"Dylan must be working overtime at the body shop."

"Aaron's closing tonight. Dylan's at the house, making dinner."

"G.o.d, he cooks, too?" Eve grinned. She often teased Cheyenne about her s.e.xy husband. She was happy for her best friend-she'd never seen Cheyenne happier-but she couldn't help feeling left out, maybe even a trifle jealous. She'd never believed she needed a man in order to be fulfilled, but with so many of her friends marrying, she wished she could find someone to share her life with.

"It'll be steak," Cheyenne said. "That's what he makes whenever he cooks."

"There could be worse foods." Eve almost said something about inviting her over next time Dylan's brother, Aaron, would be there. She'd thought of mentioning it before. But Aaron had anger management issues. As gorgeous as he was, she'd be stupid to get involved with him, especially when Cheyenne's sister had already traveled down that road and it had ended in a broken heart.

"True," Cheyenne agreed.

Eve felt her smile wilt as she returned her attention to the scene outside the window.

Cheyenne looked out, trying to follow Eve's gaze, but the lonely figure Eve had noticed a few minutes earlier was sitting too far to the right, in the shadow of a large headstone.

"You didn't answer my question," Cheyenne said. "Don't tell me you're thinking of Little Mary again."

Six-year-old Mary Margaret had been strangled in the bas.e.m.e.nt over a century ago. She was their resident ghost-maybe. Eve wasn't convinced that Mary hadn't moved on. "Not this time." She pointed to the newest plot in the Whiskey Creek cemetery. "Alexa DeBussi is out there."

Cheyenne frowned as she finally located the young teen, who had a grocery bag at her side. "Poor girl."

It was obvious that Sophia's daughter was crying as she sat there, huddled against her father's headstone.

"I wonder if Sophia knows she's here," Cheyenne said.

"I haven't seen Sophia for the past couple of weeks. Have you?" Eve had placed a few calls to Sophia's cell phone, including the one in which she mentioned the job Ted had available, but they hadn't been returned.

Cheyenne shook her head. "No. I sent flowers since I couldn't attend the funeral. And I've stopped by twice, but no one answered the door."

The fact that Cheyenne hadn't been able to come to the funeral reminded Eve of Wyatt. "How's your nephew doing?" she asked. Cheyenne's sister had the cutest little boy. He meant everything to his mother. He meant a great deal to Cheyenne, too, which was why she and Dylan had been at the hospital in Fresno, where Presley lived, instead of at the funeral.

"He's fine now. The pneumonia's gone. Thank goodness. I can't imagine what Presley would do if anything happened to him."

"Do you think his father will ever be part of his life?"

"I doubt it. How could she ever find him? You know he was just some loser she met in Arizona," Cheyenne said.

"It's just sad to think the guy's walking around out there and he doesn't even know he's a father."

"I don't think he'd be the type of guy we'd want in Wyatt's life, anyway."

Pulling her sweater closer around her-it felt as if the weather was about to turn-Eve shifted her attention back to Alexa, whose mother was only sort of their friend. Half the members of their group seemed to have forgiven Sophia for her past. But others, like Ted, definitely had not. Eve wasn't sure how she felt. She had bad memories of various catfights and backbiting incidents instigated by Sophia, but she hated to be the kind of person who harbored resentments. "What should we do about her?" She indicated Alexa. "We can't leave her out there alone."

"Maybe she needs time to grieve," Cheyenne said. "I know she was close to Skip."

"Death is so hard."

"Sometimes." Cheyenne's voice was thoughtful when she made that comment. The woman who'd raised her had also been laid to rest in that cemetery, but her death had been more of a release than anything else.

"Maybe I'll walk down and say h.e.l.lo, see how she's doing," Eve said. "You head on home to Dylan. You wouldn't want him to burn your steak."

"He doesn't burn meat. He barely cooks it," she said with a chuckle. "But it's so tender it melts in your mouth."

Once again Eve suffered a twinge of jealousy. "You're lucky to have someone who loves you so much."

Cheyenne touched her arm. "You're thinking about getting older, aren't you?"

"I'm thirty-four, Chey. And I want kids."

"It'll happen."

"Here in Whiskey Creek?" Eve gave her a doubtful look. "I know all the eligible men. Just about the only guy I haven't seriously considered is Aaron. Dylan's other brothers are too young for me." She laughed as if it was a joke, but she was secretly wondering how Cheyenne would react.

"I love Aaron, but...you don't want to get involved with him," she said.

Eve forced a smile. "Of course not." She jerked her head toward the window. "I'd better go."

"Would you like me to go down with you?"

"No need to overwhelm her. One adult she hardly knows is enough."

Cheyenne hugged her. "You're so good."

Eve missed the old days, when she'd had more time with Chey. Now Chey, Gail and Callie were all married. Even Noah had a wife and a baby on the way. Eve had never dreamed the biggest playboy in the group would settle down before she did. She felt like the last person to leave a party....

But she wasn't the last. Ted hadn't married. He hadn't even been serious with anyone since Sophia. Riley, Baxter and Kyle were single, too, but they didn't really count. Riley had a kid-he'd actually been the first to have one. Baxter was gay and in love with Noah, who wasn't. And Kyle had been married. His wife had revealed herself to be the sp.a.w.n of Satan so they'd divorced within months, but at least he'd known some kind of romance. Actually, he was still in love with Olivia, who'd married his stepbrother. So why was her love life so uneventful?

She'd survive, she told herself. She shouldn't wallow in self-pity when there were people suffering from much bigger problems than a bout of loneliness. People like Sophia. She'd once been the most popular girl in school, the daughter of the mayor. And she'd married the richest guy in town. How would it feel to suddenly become a pariah after having all that? The reversal alone had probably given her whiplash. And what about poor Alexa?

Eve had such great parents. She couldn't even imagine what it would be like to find out her dad was a total douchebag.

Alexa was sobbing by the time Eve made it down to her. She was crying so hard, in fact, that she didn't hear Eve's approach.

"Hey, kiddo. You okay?" Eve asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

Alexa was too distraught to even be startled. She hiccuped and wiped her cheeks as she looked up. "Am I-" she glanced around the cemetery "-am I not supposed to be in here?"

Eve knelt beside her. "It's perfectly fine for you to visit your father's grave. I just didn't want you to be alone if you needed someone to talk to. You don't know me very well, but I'm a friend of your mom's."

"You are?" She sounded skeptical, and for good reason. Eve had never even been to Sophia's house. They'd had coffee together a few times at Black Gold with the others. That was it.

"We went to high school together," she said to bolster her claim.

With a sniff, Alexa again dashed a hand over her wet cheeks. "Oh."

"Are you going to be okay?" Eve gestured at the flowers adorning the grave. "I know it's hard to lose someone you love."

"Do you think it's true?" she asked.

Eve lowered her head to meet Alexa's eye. "Do I think what's true?"

"That he did all those terrible things? That he didn't love us like he said he did?"

Oh, boy... Eve took a deep breath as she tried to come up with an answer that would help instead of hurt. "Sometimes, when things go wrong, people panic and make foolish mistakes. I bet your father wasn't in the best frame of mind at the end. I'm sure he would've regretted his actions, had he lived. He loved you. There's no question about that."

"But he did steal everyone's money? And he was leaving us?"

Alexa's expression grew more beseeching. She seemed to be pleading for the truth, so Eve felt she had to be honest even if what she said would be painful to hear.

"That's what the evidence seems to suggest, sweetheart."

Two more tears slipped from her pretty blue eyes, eyes that were so much like her mother's. "And now I have no one," she said as if the world had just stopped turning.

Eve feared she'd gone too far. "You have your mom. She's not going anywhere."

Alexa's tears started to fall faster and she had to gulp for breath as she blurted, "My mom's not the same. She needs help."

"In what way?"

"Maybe she's drinking again. I don't think so because there's nothing in the house, but...she could be hiding it from me."

Eve felt a new measure of alarm. "You're saying she's drunk?"

Alexa shrugged. "She can't get out of bed."

Did Sophia have a drinking problem? If so, she wouldn't want anyone to know about it, which made Eve feel like some nosy, intrusive bystander, gawking at the scene of a car crash. "She's grieving, like you. The process affects us all differently."

"It's more than that," Alexa insisted. "She won't eat, won't let me open the drapes, hardly ever talks to me." She plucked a blade of gra.s.s. "I'm going to have to call my grandma, but-" she turned her watery gaze to her father's elaborate marble headstone "-then she'll make me come and live with her." Getting to her feet, she picked up her bag of groceries. She seemed so weary she could hardly move.

Eve couldn't let her go home by herself. "Why don't I come with you?" she said. "I'll check on your mom, see if there's anything I can do."

She'd expected Alexa to be relieved to have reinforcements, but her lips slanted into a frown. "Thanks, but...you'd better not. No one's supposed to know," she said and started off, all but dragging those groceries along.

Eve wasn't sure what to do. She stood where she was and watched her for a few seconds, then jogged to catch up. "Lexi, I'm your mom's friend, as I told you. And it sounds like she could use a friend right now."

"But then she'll find out I told you," Alexa said.

"You only told me because you love her and you want to get her the help she needs." Eve took the bag of groceries. "So let's put these in my car and drive over together, okay? We'll do what we can to get her back on her feet."

Alexa looked as if she was afraid to even hope, the poor girl. "You think it might work?"

"Sometimes we have to fight for those we love. What I think is that we need to stage an intervention."

Alexa remained skeptical. "Is an intervention like rehab? Because she's already done rehab. That lasted the whole month of September."

Eve secretly winced at the information the innocent Lexi had revealed. But at least it enabled her to view Sophia in a far more sympathetic light. Sophia had always been the girl who had it all. But maybe she was just more skillful at hiding her troubles. "It's not rehab. It's where your loved ones get hold of you and shake some sense into you, get you turned around and heading in the right direction."

For the first time since Eve had confronted her, Alexa lifted her chin and seemed to overcome her tears. "Will it work?"

"We won't know until we try."

Her sniff sounded more decisive than before. "Yes," she said with a nod, "I want to stage an intervention."

Eve reached out with her free hand. "Let's do it," she said, but before they left the inn, she checked the sack, found it full of cold cereal and snack items and decided to grab a few ingredients from her own pantry.