The wife that got away

Chapter 4

Coven

RING.RING.RING
I looked at the time and thought to myself who can be up this early on a Saturday.

I grabbed my phone not checking who was calling me and said
"Hello"

"Coven dear, I have some fantastic news" I knew this voice all too well

"What is it Mrs.Jones?"

"Well I want you to come over for breakfast and I'll show you" she said

"Mrs.jones it's 8am, why are you even up" I complain to this little old lady on my phone

"Coven I'll see you in 10mins" she said hanging up the phone

I rolled my eyes while getting up, this lady will be the death of me. I went to my bathroom and did all of my important business.

If she thinks I'm getting dress at 8 something in the morning she is wrong I threw my hair in a messy bun and put on my fuzzy slippers.

I locked up my house and started cursing while walking across the yard.

I knocked on the door and Mr.jones opened it and  started laughing.

"Aww you look adorable in your fuzzy slippers " he said still laughing at me, he just don't know he's getting a pair for Christmas.

I rolled my eyes again and pushed him aside. I went to the kitchen, but was told to go to dining room table and wait.

Mr.Jones was already sitting down at the table so I took this chance to ask him some questions.

"Do you know why she wanted me here so early" I asked

"I'm not suppose to tell you" he said smiling

"Come on Mr.Jones, you know-" I was interrupted by Mrs.Jones

"Coven, I'm so happy you could join us" she said

"Mrs.J did I have a choice" I said and she shook her head no

"Well dear now that your here I have to tell you Car-
Mrs.J was interrupted by this fine man who could only be one person.

Carver Jones

"Mom where do you want this" he said not giving me a glance

"Just put it on the table, now Carver this is Coven the girl I was telling you about and Coven this Carver my son. I thought that you two should meet before going on y'all date tonight" she said smiling

"Mom for the last time I'm not interested in going on this date and besides she's not my type." He said, I guess he realized that I was still right here because he made a face and quickly tried to cover it.

" No offense and are those fuzzy slippers?" He asked me in disgust like he never seen fuzzy slippers before.

Mrs.Jones didn't like what he had to say I guess because if looks could kill her son would have been dead.