How much for shoes?
How much for shoes?
We all jumped as my grandmother came into the dining room. “See Holly Lee, this is why you need to be more careful about the example you set. Your husband made breakfast. You swear like a sailor. You allow pets on the table. How is she to become a proper lady and marry a man worthy of our family?”
“Isn’t there a bingo hall for you to haunt?” My inquiry might have lost some of its bite since I was batting a cat tail out of my face. We were going to have to teach the furry little Don Juan table etiquette. Rule one was never ever give Grandma Eleanor any kind of ammunition.
“Hmmp.” Eleanor’s blue eyes lasered into mine for a moment. I looked away to get the new kitty off the table. Undoubtedly, she took that as a victory. “Call your mother. She is talking about turning all the fixtures rustic bronze! I just polished all the brass in that house a month before I crossed.”
“Savannah, clear the table.” I stood up with the kitty in my arms. Without another word I carried him around Grandma to go into the laundry room. Before we left, I had to make sure he knew where to do his business. Jesse went into the kitchen to put up the leftovers while Savannah did as I asked by clearing the table and rinsing the dishes.
After we had finished our tasks, we reconvened at the table. Thankfully, Grandma had left. I had an urge to call all the bingo halls to warn them of a potential spectral visitor. Jesse spoke first. “If she is the ex-mother-in-law, the ending had to be atrocious between Libby and her ex. “
“Maybe he didn’t like how much she spent on shoes.” Savannah piped up with. Both of us swung our heads towards her. “She was wearing red bottom shoes. Do you know how much those go for?”
I looked at Jesse and shrugged. He shrugged back. With a flare, I whipped my phone out of my back pocket. Savannah giggled at me before I even launched a search browser. “Something you wanna say?”
“They are Louboutin and sell for about eight hundred dollars.” Savannah didn’t even look up from playing with the new kitty.
“Eight hundred US dollars?” Jesse’s eyes were close to bulging out of his face. My shoulders shook with mirth. He never understood the cost of beauty. Amusement was sparkling in our daughter’s eyes as she nodded. Panic shimmered in his eyes when they locked on mine. “Do you have any of these Louie Boutin things?”
“If I had eight hundred dollars just lying around, we would have one of those reclining beds.” I dismissed this ridiculous line of questioning with a wave of my hand. Hopefully he never looked into how much my collectables cost. “Time to kick some ghost ass. Savannah, are you going with us?”
“UH yeah.” She flew out of the chair so fast her long blonde hair whipped around to slap her in the face. I loaded the dishwasher while Jesse got his shoes put on.
“You really think you have this all figured out?” Answering his question was not my top priority since his mouth was nibbling on my ear.
“HMMMM.” Was the best I could do. I started to lean back into his body. THWACK. My eyes flew open as a furry paw with claws slapped me in the face. What the hell? Don Juan was sitting on the counter. Once he saw I was looking at him, he started purring and rubbing on me. “I don’t think he wants to share me.”
Jesse was still glaring at the cat that had blocked him when Savannah came bopping down the hall in leggings and what amounted to a sports bra. Oh, she wasn’t leaving the house like that. Before I could find the words, Jesse silently pointed towards her room. She gave him a belligerent look but returned to her room. A few moments later she came out with a men’s unbuttoned shirt thrown over the bra.
“Best we got time for.” I said as I ushered everyone out the garage door. My time was better served evicting unwelcomed ghosts instead of trying to get a teenager to cover her mid rift. The three of us climbed into Jesse’s truck.