Wright In Danger

Chapter Three

Finally home. June, bless her heart had immediately set to making sure she was comfortable. As this point, she was practically drowning in the sheer amount of pillows and blankets she'd brought to the couch. Currently at work tucking her in, Loraine could read the expression clear on her face. She reached out a hand to get her attention. Stilling, she turned eyes, so much like her own onto her. "Did I tuck you in too tight? Sorry. Or do you need something?" Loraine shook her head. "I only want you to sit down and tell me what you're thinking. You've been quiet since we left the hospital." Chewing her lip, she was slow to sit down. "I guess I'm still in shock. I had been watching the clock. Wondering if you had slept in later than intended. When I saw Beau and Rosalie...their matching expressions. I knew something was wrong." Closing her eyes, she rubbed at her forehead. "When I heard you were on your way to the hospital, I thought I s going to be sick, I was so scared."

Guilt twisted at Loraine. "I'm sorry for making you worry. Thank you though. For allowing Beau to speak with me first. I really needed to tell him everything." Her leg was given a gentle squeeze. "Of course. It couldn't wait." She hadn't told beau what Allison had said to her but she didn't see any harm in telling the one person she shared just about everything with. "There's something Allison said to me. Before I blacked out." Intrigued, she leaned forward a bit. "What did she say?" Recalling the desperation in her voice. This wasn't so easy... "Tell my brother I'm sorry." Confusion pinched her brow."What could she possibly be sorry for? When do you plan on telling him?" Both good questions. Not that she even had a hint as to the first.

"I'll tell him tomorrow. Since I'm keeping the shop closed. I don't want customers gawking. Or even Solei poking at me to talk. As titled the towns busybody, she didn't know how to leave things alone. As June was about to speak, she was interrupted by an incoming call from Loraine's phone. Picking it up, she read the screen. Groaning she showed it to June. "You know you have to answer. If you don't, she'll come knocking at the door. You've already been subjected to this once before. Answer sis." The reminder of that day had her pulling a face. The woman hadn't left for hours. Hitting accept, she put her on speaker.

"I was wondering what was taking you so long. Are you home now dear?" Sharing a look with June, how or rather who had told her? "Yes...I'm home. Out of curiosity Solei. Who did you speak with?" Her reply was boastful. "The boutique owner. The poor thing. I was walking past and she was sitting on her porch with this faraway look in her eyes. I needed to make sure she was alright. We got to talking and she told how she'd found you on the sidewalk. I sat with her while she cried herself out."

"Solei. I need to go. I'm about to eat. We'll catch up later, yes? Thank you for checking on me." Crossing her fingers she wouldn't see her for the next two days. "Okay, dear. Eat well and get plenty of rest. Bye now." Ending the call, she dropped the phone to her lap. "I really did not want her knowing about it. Oh well." She didn't want to linger on the topic of Solei. There really was no stopping the woman. 

"I need to reschedule the truck delivery and put the word out in the group chat that the shop will be closed tomorrow. Would you mind getting my laptop?" As June headed off for her office she thought about what plausible reason she could give for closing the shop two days during the week. The shop was never closed during the week. Walking back into the room, one look at her face and June was asking, "What's on your mind?" Handing over the laptop she sat, legs crossed, arms resting atop them. "I need a plausible reason for closing the shop tomorrow. Help me out here." Giving it due thought, she snapped her fingers as an answer came to her. "You could go with food sickness. Tell them I cooked for you and it ended terribly." 

Rolling her eyes, Loraine couldn't hold back her laughter. June had to be the worlds worst cook. Having burned one of her pans beyond salvation, she'd been banned from ever making anything again in her kitchen. "You put the word out and I'll work on the delivery." Working in companionable silence, it didn't take them long and Loraine was genuinely hungry afterwards. She also wanted to take something for the dull throbbing in her head. Having been cleared of a concussion her head still hurt some. Placing the laptop on the table, she got to her feet. "I'm making food. What are you in the mood for?"