I sit on one of the stools she pulls from underneath it. “It’s very nice.”
Mom shoots me a look like I shouldn’t encourage her. Grandma pours tea from a jug into three glasses, and then plunks two of them on the table. They’re stemless wineglasses, the kind you’re supposed to use for red. I only know this because Nathan is insufferably pretentious about wine. I like to drink my wine straight from the can.
“I’m glad you think so. Your mother is extremely disapproving.”
I take a long sip of tea and smile at her. Grandma doesn’t ask if you want your tea sweet or unsweet. There’s only one way iced tea is made, in her opinion—sweet enough to leave a nice coating of sugar at the bottom of the glass. (She is correct.) Mom waves her arms around in a way that feels disapproving. “You had a three-bedroom house! And now you live in a closet!”
“Tiny houses are very hip. Millennials love them.”
“You’re not a Millennial.”
She shrugs once, a shrug that would make Arya Stark proud.
Mom looks at me. Two matching vertical lines have appeared between her eyebrows. “Her old house was lovely. It had those big windows in the kitchen, and a sunroom in back.”
She says this to me like I don’t remember the house just fine. Like I didn’t spend many evenings there as a kid to avoid the yelling and tension at home. Grandma and I would sit at the kitchen table, eating candy that would ruin my dinner, while staring out the huge windows at the neighbor who always had to chase her little dog down the street.
“The sunroom was too hot most of the time anyway,” I say. Mom sighs.
Grandma nods in agreement, and then reaches into a cabinet to grab a bottle of vodka. She pours some into her tea.
Mom purses her lips. “Mom, it’s not even noon.”
“What’s your point?” She pours a little more into the glass. “Lucy, you want some?”
“No, thank you.” I try not to laugh.
“I seriously don’t understand developing a drinking problem in your seventies,” Mom says.
Grandma sits at the head of the table. “Why not? Way I see it, seems like the perfect time to develop a drinking problem. It’s dull as hell around here.”
I’m pressing my lips together hard to keep from laughing. Mom mutters something I can’t understand.
“Let’s give it a rest for today, shall we?” Grandma takes a long sip of her drink. “You can resume judging all my life choices after Lucy goes back to L.A.”
Mom sighs heavily but doesn’t argue. She adjusts the front of her pale green blouse, like having her neckline in order might fix this situation as well.
“How is L.A.?” Grandma asks. “How’s Nathan?”
“Mmhhh … I think that’s about to run its course.” He still hasn’t located his balls and officially dumped me, but I did get a we should talk when you’re back text this morning that I haven’t replied to yet.
Mom looks from me to Grandma, a tiny frown on her face. Mom didn’t know about Nathan. It occurs to me now that Mom probably has no idea how often I talk to Grandma. Far more often than I talk to her.
Grandma has also noticed Mom’s expression and now looks very pleased with herself. “And how is Plumpton? Different than when you left?”
“A little. There’s a Starbucks.”
Mom drinks her tea and makes a face. She puts it down, nudging it to the other side of the table. “Did you give some thought to what you want to do for your party?”
“Oh yes, I made a list.” She jumps out of her chair—she moves like she’s many years younger than eighty—and grabs a piece of paper from the kitchen counter. She hands it over to me. It’s a list of people to invite, a few food suggestions, and a list of cocktails. At the bottom, in capital letters, it says “PIE.”
“Instead of cake?” I point to the word.
“Yes. Several types of pie. But definitely pecan. And apple. And peach.”
I laugh. “Okay. I’m sure Dad can handle that.”
Mom nods. “Don makes an excellent apple pie.”
Grandma looks at me. “You know that radio host is in town?”
“Podcaster, Mom. They call them podcasters now.” Mom glances at me and then quickly away.
I rub the goosebumps on my arms. “Mom told me.”
The very large bottle of vodka is still on the counter. I imagine smashing it into Mom’s head.
A soft voice whispers in my ear, “Let’s kill—”
“Has he ever tried to contact you?” Grandma asks.
“Let’s kill—”
Not now. I shake my head, and the voice, away. “He emailed me.”
Mom blinks. “About what?”
“About doing an interview.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. I didn’t respond.”
She clucks her tongue. “That’s rude.”
“I never respond to emails about Savvy.”
“Can’t blame you,” Grandma says.
Mom leans back in her chair. “He was perfectly nice.”
“Of course he was; he wanted something from you.” Grandma turns her attention back to me. “Are you going to go see people while you’re in town? Any of your old friends?”
I snort. “What friends?”
Listen for the Lie Podcast with Ben Owens EPISODE TWO—“SHE WOULD NOT HESITATE TO CUT A BITCH”
When Lucy moved back to Plumpton after college, she moved to a neighborhood referred to as “the Block.” The Block is actually several blocks that form a square. It’s an area within walking distance of the main downtown strip, which had once been run-down, a spot that hadn’t kept up with the rest of Plumpton’s growth.
About twenty years ago, they tore down many of the old homes and renovated some of the old ones. It quickly became a popular spot for young, well-off couples to buy homes, and is now one of the most exclusive areas of town.
Matt and Lucy bought the Hampton House, which caused a stir in the neighborhood. I spoke with Joanna Clarkson, who was one of the first people to move to the neighborhood, with her husband.
Joanna is a whirlwind of a woman, bustling around her bright, enormous kitchen, trying to make me snacks before I can finally get her to sit down and talk to me.
Joanna:??????????Hampton House was this big, beautiful house built in the early twentieth century. It was turned into a museum in the seventies, which shut down in the nineties, and then was boarded up for years, when that area went downhill. When they started redoing the area, they didn’t tear that house down. They gutted it and turned it into this gorgeous, charming home. Wraparound porches and huge windows … have you seen it?
Ben:???????????????I dropped by there earlier, actually.
Joanna:??????????It’s so nice. I think there was some talk about turning it into a bed-and-breakfast for a while? But I guess those plans changed, and it was sold to Dale, at first—he was the mayor. He and his wife lived there a few years, and they put it on the market right when Matt and Lucy were moving here. There were multiple offers, but Dale chose them because of Lucy.
Ben:???????????????He knew her?
Joanna:??????????He knew her parents. Everyone did. It just felt right that it should go to her, considering her family’s history with the town. I remember thinking that Lucy really lucked out, marrying a guy who came from money. She never would have been able to afford that house otherwise. People thought that Lucy lucked out in general with Matt, actually.
Ben:???????????????Yeah? He was well liked around here?
Joanna:??????????Oh yeah. Are you kidding? People loved him. And it just … it goes to show, doesn’t it?
Ben:???????????????What?
Joanna:??????????Men. I’m sorry, hon, don’t take this personal, but with Matt and Lucy, it really seemed to prove that men only care about looks. Because Lucy, well, she’s beautiful, but …
Ben:???????????????But?
Joanna:??????????Well, I guess you don’t have to be nice when you look like that, do you?
Ben:???????????????She had a lot of friends, though? By all accounts, she was pretty social.
Joanna:??????????I guess.