She didn't want to let Lou Edna know how down she was feeling. Maybe her beautician was right. Beanie was a grown man, after all. He could look after himself.
No, he couldn't.
"The best thing to do is get busy," she muttered.
She grabbed a bucket and a plunger and headed for the spigot. Fifteen minutes later, Lou Edna stuck her head out the camper's door.
"You're churning butter at this late hour?" Lou Edna asked.
"No. I'm washing clothes with my makeshift washing machine."
"Oh, Lord. Hadley, please tell me that's not the same bucket that was under that plastic chair on Beanie's toilet."
"Of course it's not."
Hadley looked at the bucket closer.
"At least. I don't think it is."
"Hadley Jane Pell! Is that my most expensive bubblegum pink negligee I see on the end of that plunger! And please tell me that's not a used plunger!"
"Oh, stop hyperventilating, Lou Edna. It is a used plunger."
"I'm fixing to punch your lights out! That negligee is radioactive! I'll have to bury it or burn it!"
"Simmer down, Lou Edna. This plunger has been used once when I went to the beach and stuck it in the sand."
"You plunged sand?"
"No. I stuck the wooden end in the sand, filled the rubber cup with ice, and used it to hold my beer."
"Is that sanitary?"
"I'm joking. The plunger's new."
"And the bucket?"
"The jury's still out on that one," Hadley said.
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Nobody Says It's Easy
Mystery / ThrillerA reluctant mountain housewife joins ghost hunters. Hadley Pell lives in a small town in the Southern Appalachians with her feline friend, Onus. She and her boyfriend, musician and instrument maker, Hobie Stricker, are on the outs. She's also on th...
