All In The Family by Roseanne Dowell

That sounds good, but will the mayor go for it?”
    “We talked about it a while back. He wasn’t against it. I just never put it into play.”
    “Okay, what do you have in mind?”
    “Maybe a couple days a week. Tuesdays and Thursdays, more if something comes up.”
    “I think we can work that out. I’ll talk to the mayor later.” Callie looked at her watch. “I have to run. I have those interviews set up for this evening. So, you sure you don’t have any advice on which one I should hire?”

“Nope, completely up to you. It’s your show. Run it how you want.”
    Gram came in just as Callie was walking out. “Callie, I heard you were up and about. Glad to see you’re back to normal.”
    “Thanks, Gram.” Callie kissed her cheek. “Do you need something? I’m in a bit of a hurry.”
    “No, dear, go ahead. I came to see Jim.”
    “Okay, I’ll see you Sunday.” Came to see Jim, hmm, more there than met the eye. Maybe Gram was finally doing something about it. Too bad she didn’t have time to hang around. But she’d find out about it later. Everyone in town would, especially if they started up a relationship. Already, she could imagine the gossip. The ex chief and the judge. As if there was something sinful about it.
     
     
    Chapter 13
     
     
    No sooner did Callie pull in her drive when her Aunt pulled in after her. Talk about a surprise. Callie got out of the car and waited for her.
    “Aunt Beatrice Lulu, what are you doing here?”
    “Can’t an aunt visit her niece?”
    “Of course, you can. I’m just surprised to see you, that’s all.” Callie unlocked the door and held it open for her aunt to enter first.
    “Hmph. How are you getting along? I heard you had a knee brace and didn’t need the crutches or wheelchair anymore.”
    “I’m doing quite well. Thank you.” Something strange going on. Her aunt seldom visited, at least not without calling first. “Would you like something to drink? Iced tea? Coffee? Cola?”
    “No, thank you dear, can we sit down?”
    “Of course.” Callie followed her aunt to the living room and sat down. Something was definitely up.
    “Did you send the wheelchair back, dear? You do know it was rented?”
    “Yes, I sent it back as soon as I found out I didn’t need it anymore. They’re not still billing you for it, are they?”
    “No, I don’t think so. I just wanted to be sure you sent it back.” Aunt Beatrice Lulu traced her finger in the dust around the coaster.
    “So, what brings you here this time of the day?”
    “I just wanted to see how you were doing. Make sure everything was okay. You don’t need anything?”
    Callie stood. “No, I’m fine. You don’t mind if I go change real quick, I have a couple interviews this evening.”
    “No, that’s fine dear. Go ahead.” Aunt Beatrice Lulu picked up a magazine from the coffee table.
    Odd that she made no effort to leave. Callie shrugged and hurried to her room.
    “Callie, there’s a police officer here to see you.” Aunt Beatrice Lulu knocked on the bedroom door and peeked inside.
    “Only five o’clock. My first appointment isn’t until six. Maybe he misunderstood.” Callie pulled the blouse over her head. “Tell him I’ll be right out.”
    Aunt Beatrice Lulu stood for a minute. “You’re wearing that ugly blouse?”
    Callie looked at the blue blouse. “Yes, what’s wrong with it?” Perfectly good blouse, nothing fancy, plain, ordinary, no ruffles, no bric brac. Just simple, blue cotton.
    “Really, Callie, it does nothing for you. Wear that pretty pink one Aunt Emma bought you for Christmas.”
    “It’s just an interview, Aunt Beatrice Lulu.” At the look on her aunt’s face, Callie took the blouse off and pulled the pink one out of the closet. It was pointless to argue.
    “That’s much better, dear.”
    “Good, go tell Sam Vansworth I’ll be right out.”
    Callie ran a comb through her hair, smoothed her blouse and hurried into the living room. A tall, muscular man