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from Frienemies by Aleta Kay

Copyright © 2017–2020 Aleta Kay Dye

Chapter Three

Senator Jeb Browning raked his right hand through his graying black hair. His household ledger lay open before him on the roll-top desk. “Angel, have you learned nothing of finances? I have had you educated in the best school. If you were ambitious enough I would send you to college.” He sighed and picked up the quill pen. “This is the last time. Do you understand me?” He wrote out the check.

Angel smiled. “Yes, father.” If he could be so generous with the likes of the Jacksons then he should not be so reluctant to help his own flesh and blood.

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The scent of pine and juniper mingled with the new blossoms of rhododendron as Fawn approached the embankment. This would have been a lovely day of solitude and reminiscence had it not been for the nagging feeling that something was amiss. There had to be a reason why the horse went down the embankment. There had to be a reason for the hornets swarming.

Keeping her feet sideways to avoid slipping she made her way down the embankment. Something was glistening on the rocks near the broken harness. Closer inspection revealed black fishing twine. That would not be unusual if the twine had not been tangled in the harness. She looked behind her and to the left where the hornets’ nest had hung. The same color twine was trailing from the nest. Following the line she saw that it led across the road. She found the end tied to a sturdy pine sapling. Who wanted Mom dead? Why? If only she had found the line before the rain yesterday, perhaps she would have seen footprints. Then again, everyone wore shoes or boots. The likelihood of identifying the culprit by footprints hardly seemed likely.

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Doctor Henry arrived with a new crutch for Nana. No one answered the door when he knocked so he let himself in. “Miss Jenny?” he called as he waited by the door.

“Doc Henry, is that you? I’ll be out in just a minute. You can have a seat on the couch.” Her one crutch tapped across the floor in alternate rhythm to her other foot as Nana hobbled to the bedroom door. By the time she sat down on the couch next to the doctor, her heart was racing and her left leg muscles were dancing a jig from hip to toes. She nearly fell back against the back of the couch, leaned her head toward the corner and closed her eyes for just a moment.

“Excuse me, Doc, but that was a chore getting across that floor to come out here. I’ll be fine in a minute. You know I don’t need two crutches all the time, just when Arthur is being especially mean.” She chuckled.

Doc Henry patted her hand. “No hurry. I brought you a new crutch. Have you been getting enough rest?”

Nana’s breathing slowed as her hea...






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