Small Town Rumors

“Folks are going to say that I’m bad luck. They may tar and feather me and run me out of town,” Jennie Sue said.

“Why?” Lettie stopped sniffling and whipped her head around to stare at Jennie Sue. “Did she land on you when she fell? Are you hurt?”

“Of course not. I wouldn’t have let her climb up in that tree if I’d known what she was up to. She said she was doing yard work, so I figured she was pullin’ weeds out of her flower bed. But think about it, Lettie. First Cricket sprains her ankle, and then Nadine has a bad fall. Am I bad luck?”

Lettie shook her head hard enough that all her chins wiggled. “Stop that kind of nonsense talk. You weren’t anywhere near either of them when they fell. Cricket slipped on a wet sidewalk. Besides, she was wearin’ them spike heels, and they don’t make her look a bit skinnier. Them things is just askin’ for trouble. And you sure didn’t tell Nadine to climb a tree.” She pointed toward the sign that said to turn for the emergency room. “You park right there. If they got a problem with it, I’ll straighten them out. And I’ll hear no more about you bein’ bad luck.”

“I hate seeing my friends get hurt.” She parked near the emergency doors.

“Everyone does, but that burden ain’t yours to carry, child.” Lettie undid her seat belt and was out of the vehicle so fast that Jennie Sue had to rush to catch up to her.

Lettie didn’t even slow down at the admissions desk, but told the lady to open the doors or she’d kick them in. The doors were already swinging open when Lettie and Jennie Sue reached them.

“Nadine, where are you?” She raised her voice as soon as they entered.

“Lettie, I’m in here,” Nadine called out from the first room on the left. “They’re takin’ me to X-ray, and I’m not goin’ without you.”

Jennie Sue followed her as she breezed into the room like a class 5 tornado. No one even bothered to ask if she was related to these two like they had with Cricket.

Lettie went straight to the bedside where Nadine was still on the body board and nodded at the lady waiting to push the bed down the hallway. “You can go now. I’m here and I’m going with her.”

“You’ll have to sit outside the room,” she said.

“Leave it cracked so I can hear her,” Lettie informed the woman.

“They can’t, sister,” Nadine said. “But I’ll yell loud enough they’ll hear me all the way in Bloom if they hurt me. I don’t trust those machines.”

“Aliens,” Lettie whispered to Jennie Sue. “I swear to God and all the angels that they are workin’ their way to Earth through all this damned technology crap.”

“Don’t be givin’ away our information. That’s classified,” Nadine whispered.

The lady rolled her eyes and pushed Nadine out of the room. Jennie Sue sank down in an uncomfortable chair and tried to remember if she’d locked the door on her way out of the house. And if she had, did either of the sisters have a key to get back in? While she was pondering on that and sending up prayers that Nadine hadn’t broken her neck or her back, her phone rang. She didn’t recognize the caller ID, but she answered it anyway.

“What’s happened to Nadine? Did she die? Please tell me she didn’t die. I’m not sure Lettie would live a month without Nadine,” Cricket said at Jennie Sue’s greeting.

“She’s in X-ray, but they don’t think anything is broken right now,” Jennie Sue said. “She fell out of that big pear tree in her backyard.”

“Holy cow. I’ll call back later for more news. I’ve got to make half a dozen calls right now so folks will know that she’s not dead. The ladies at the church are already tryin’ to decide whether to start thinkin’ about a funeral lunch for the family and friends. And Elaine said that the flower shop has had a dozen calls wantin’ to know if she’ll be at the local funeral home or the one in Sweetwater,” Cricket said. “You’ve got my number, so if you hear anything, call me and I’ll pass it on.”

“Small towns!” Jennie Sue groaned.

She’d begun to think that the hospital had swallowed both of her new friends and had started to pace around the small emergency room when she heard Nadine and Lettie arguing loudly.

“You cut down one of my trees, and I’ll set fire to your house and blame it on them damned little bald-headed fellows from outer space.” Nadine’s tone was high and squeaky.

“You have to promise me with one hand on Mama’s Bible and the other raised to God that you will never climb up in one of those trees again or I’ll do it,” Lettie said. “You’re lucky this time, but next time you might kill your fool self. If the trees need trimmin’ or pears need pickin’, you can hire the work done. You’re not poor, for God’s sake.”

“Waste not, want not!” Nadine continued to argue.

“I’ll pay for it if you are that tight,” Lettie said.

The lady bringing Nadine back rolled her eyes and escaped as the doctor entered the room. He stuck the big negatives up on a screen and shook his head. “By all reasons, you should have broken every bone in your body, Miz Clifford. What on earth were you doin’ in a tree?”

“Trimmin’ it, and I don’t want to hear a lecture. Lettie’s already bitched at me enough. Just get me out of this thing and let me go home,” Nadine told him.

“I should do an MRI for precautionary reasons. You might have scrambled your brain,” he said.

“No!” Nadine squealed. “I’m not gettin’ in no tube.”

“You’ll have to sign a form saying that you refused the test,” he said.

Nadine held out a hand. “Give me a pen. It knocked the wind out of me and that’s all. I was on the lowest limb on my way down when my foot slipped, and I tucked and rolled. My brain is fine.”

“Might have even knocked some sense into her,” Lettie snorted. “Anyone as cantankerous as she is right now can’t be hurt too bad. And I’m not goin’ to feel sorry for you one bit because you have to wear a hospital gown home.”

Nadine shook a finger at the doctor. “Don’t you charge me for this ugly thing. I’ll wash it and bring it back to you, but when I see my itemized bill, this better not be on it.”

Jennie Sue could imagine the argument if they charged Nadine for the faded gown and hoped that she was around when the bill came.





Chapter Twelve

How’s Nadine?” Cricket asked first thing that Friday night when Jennie Sue and Rick entered the house. “I’ve talked to her twice today, and she says she’s sore and got a bruise on her shoulder—and that aliens pushed her out of the tree. Did it do something to her brain?”

“Same thing she tells me and Lettie. She hasn’t told you about the aliens before now?” Jennie Sue kicked off her shoes at the door.

“No, what’s she talkin’ about?” Cricket straightened up and leaned forward.

“She and Lettie think that outer-space people can listen in on our technology.” Jennie Sue grinned. “Like on cell phones and X-ray machines.” She headed to the kitchen to make supper. After a week, she’d pretty much gotten things set into a routine. She kept it fairly simple so she and Rick could get out to the garden early enough to harvest the crops for a few hours before dark.

“Just because we’re barely friends doesn’t mean you should know stuff about Lettie and Nadine that I don’t.” Cricket picked up her crutches and went to the kitchen with Jennie Sue.

“I’m surprised that you didn’t already know,” Jennie Sue said.

Rick pulled out two chairs—one for Cricket to sit in, the other to prop her foot on. “Lettie told me to tell you that the ladies at the church meetin’ missed you yesterday and they were prayin’ for you.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Cricket said. “If I promise to keep my foot propped up, can I go to the farmers’ market tomorrow?”

Well, praise the Lord and kiss the angels! Cricket was showing a kind side to her personality.