The Brooch

Sometimes, The Truth Hurts

They say there is a road between the good and well the not so good. And they say you must make a choice between which road you choose to take...
I'm sorry to say on that day... Mrs. Crowder had a choice... And well folks... you know she chose wrong...

There was no doubt she was given a second chance to not only make an amends with her dying mother, but moreover to release the vengeful hate that stirred in her blood. But it was like this, have you ever stood in the light and someone suddenly without warning, just turned it out? Then you find yourself unable to see clearly? If you can imagine that, then you know that  is what happened to Mrs. Crowder. When Tator left that day, it was like He was her light. Without him, she now walked among the dark. And her mind was now not in the clear...

But was it too late for someone to restore that light in her now darkened heart?

If you saw her that day, you would have to wonder... It was almost as if you could smell the stench of her animosity growing within her like rotting eggs in a sewer.

She was out for revenge and this time, I fear, her mother was not able to interfere. Worst of all, Scarlet was no longer protected. And if she could get her vegenace on Maple for taking away her last bit of happiness... it meant she could retaliate against the one she felt whom destroyed it all to begin with... Olivia (grandmama)Hastings. And what better way,  than to go after her loves... that to start with Scarlet Woods.

Mrs. Crowder was about to let the world know who destroyed all that she ever loved. At least in that little old town of Ponchas...

Poor Mrs. Crowder. That woman done lost her mind...

That's what they'll say when they hear how her mother is now deathly ill. And how she was deceived once again by the Hastings clan. How the Woods poisoned her own flesh against her. Her innocent sweet grandson, blinded by a lustful hussy! And of all things.... to steal a family heirloom from her own sweet, delicate, and oh so fragile hands. Why Who could ever do such a thing in her time of woe to a such helpless, sweet innocent old widow...

"Those are the words they'll say." Mrs. Crowder said looking confidently in the mirror talking to herself. "I thank that will work jest fine..." She said wiping her fake tears. "But I need a little more sadness in my eyes." She wickedly laughed.

Mrs. Crowder practiced over and over in that mirror trying to rehearse how she was going to go to tell the town how Scarlet Woods destroyed her life. How She purposely deceived and destroyed the only thing that meant the world to her from her sweet long past daddy...

"Yes, that's whut they'll say." She said leaving her house to take a drive to none other than the sheriff.

All the while on the other side of town, and in the early hours of the evening, while Daddy Woods relaxed with a full and happy belly, he snoozed in his favorite chair, as Mama Woods and Maple stood in the kitchen washing and drying that night's dinner dishes...

"Mumma?"

"Mmm hmm?"

"Umm... why'd you choose daddy? I mean how'd you know daddy was the one? I mean I'm glad you did, but surly you had other prospects? Maybe even better looking ones too?"

Mama Woods laughed...

"Well there were a few. But none of them made me laugh like yo daddy. Sides, I knew he was the one when he asked me for seconds on my raspberry apple crumb pie. Oh it was terrible!" She chuckled. "But he ate that whole thang!"

"You are the best cook I know. Besides grandmama. How could it ever be so terrible?" Maple asked shocked.

"Because while I was helplessly daydreaming of yo daddy and the next time I would see him, somehow I added salt to that entire pie instead of sugar."