THIS BOOK IS CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN AND HEAVILY EDITED. NAMES, PLACES, AND SOME SCENES WILL BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. SOME STUFF WILL BE TAKEN OUT AND SOME WILL BE ADDED.
THE INITIAL PLOT STAYS THE SAME.
So, if you begin reading as of 5/21/2021 and choose to read ahead further than I have updated-some things might be confusing or might not make sense. As of right now and will continue, slowly, adding the new chapters as I write them. CHAPTER FOUR has been rewritten & updated.
**IF A CHAPTER HAS BEEN REWRITTEN/EDITED THE ^^ABOVE^^ NOTE WILL BE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE CHAPTER.
Chapter Four
Eliza Hart
After changing quickly and supplying the guest bathroom with toiletries, I made my way into the kitchen where Ava was standing over the stove, frying her famous chicken. I sat down on the window seal and peeked through the blinds at daddy and Austin who were still on the porch looking like they were discussing something serious. I tugged on the window hoping that I could hear what they were saying, but it was no use.
I groaned and turned to Ava, "What in the hell is daddy thinkin...Lettin some random man live here for the summer?"
She looked up at me as she flipped the chicken breasts, "Apparently, someone he knows called in a favor. From what your daddy says, he's a bit of a troublemaker. And you know your daddy, he's always takin in strays."
"Whadaya mean a troublemaker?" I asked curiously as I peeked out again and watched him closely. "It's just a little bizarre, that's all I'm sayin."
"Hun, I'm the housekeeper. Your daddy don't tell me anything beyond what I need to know and that's not my business. It ain't your business, either." She said as she pulled the tongs from the counter and began pulling the chicken from the grease one by one. "How about you quit your eavesdropping and come set the table?"
For a long moment, I ignored her and kept my eyes trained to his every movement. "You know, you shoulda seen him earlier." I murmured, as I glanced back to her and remembered the way he leisurely walked down the highway in his best dress pants and button-up. I giggled, "He was prancin down Highway 64 like he owned the damn pavement underneath his feet. Oh! And did ya see what he's wearin?"
He was dressed like Wallstreet chewed him up and spit him right back out with an expensive outfit and top-of-the-line accessories to match.
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