Exceprt # 3 from Misadventures of the Laundry Hag: Skeletons in the Closet
I left the cart and searched along the brick wall and around the other corner too. Someone had swiped my freaking wheelbarrow! I pulled out my cell phone and called the house. Kenny picked up on the second ring. “Mom, where are you? Grandma’s been calling and she sounds real angry.” “Kenny, is your Uncle Marty there? Or Dad by any chance?” “Dad’s not, but Uncle Marty’s around someplace. Hang on.” There was some scuffling and a bit of silence before Marty came on the line. “’Lo?” “Hey, Sprout, I need you to come pick me up.” “You back in the slammer?” “No,” I ground out between clenched teeth. I swore I’d never tell him anything again. “My van was dead, and I don’t want to steal a shopping cart, so could you come get me?” Marty agreed to pick me up, and I ran through a list of things I had to do once I got home. The pies had to be made as well as the dressing and dip. Laura had sent me a recipe for a cheese filled puff pastry and stuffed mushrooms which I would try as appetizers along w...