On the Edge of Dangerous Things (Dangerous Things Trilogy Book 1) by snyder-carroll s.
Authors: snyder-carroll s.
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disheveled, which seemed par for the course for Dee, but totally out of character for Eve.
“Wanted to come by and tell you the good news. No fatalities! Isn’t that just the best news, Hester? And already the cleanup crew is all organized, the Dumpsters are on site, all of that’s been done.” Eve was so alive with energy, she was out of breath.
No fatalities, huh? That’s what she thinks, Hester tried to act interested in the details about the clean-up, but she wasn’t, considering the mess she had on her hands. Al’s mess. How could she think about anything else?
“Come on, we need you.” Dee was already cutting herself a piece of the zucchini bread.
“What about my roof? I’ve got to get ahold of the insurance guy.” It was the only excuse Hester could come up with. What did she give a shit about the roof for now? The damn roof was the least of her worries. It, at least, could be fixed.
“Hester, honey, Dee told me about your roof. How awful you got hit so hard; but let me tell you, they never cover hurricane damage,” Eve said as she moved into the chair opposite Hester and sat staring at her like she was a lost child. “They cover wind damage, they cover flood damage, but they don’t cover hurricane damage, which is really wind damage and flood damage rolled into one. It’s so unfair, I know, but you have to read the fine print on everything these days. Nobody will tell you the truth, especially insurance people. They’re the worst. You can’t believe a thing they say. Right, Dee?”
Dee nodded. Her mouth was full.
“But more importantly, Dee told me all about Al. How awful. You must be so worried about him,” Eve whispered, and her voice was so soft, it felt like a kiss to Hester. Hester wanted so much to smile at Eve and say, oh, he’ll be just fine , but she knew she’d choke on the words.
“How are your units?” Hester, desperate to get these women out of her trailer, changed the subject, when she really wanted to blurt out, thanks for stopping by, but I want you to go away, to get the hell out of my house, I mean, my half-destroyed trailer, or rather my totally wrecked life—the one in which my perfect husband screws my former beloved student, who by the way is dead. And, you see, I’m trying to pretend it was all an accident, a freak of Nature accident.
“I lost two screens. I was lucky.” Dee was leaning against the counter, brushing crumbs off the large shelf of her breasts.
“Great, that’s great.” Hester tried to sound sincere. She looked back at Eve.
“Nothing, no damage at all. All of Coconut Palm Drive is completely intact.”
“Good for you, Eve. That’s great. I’m glad it wasn’t a total disaster for everyone.”
“Nothing around here is ever a total disaster. We’ll have this park fixed up in no time. Right, Dee?” Eve winked at Dee, “It’s the Pleasant Palms way!”
Hester feared she might regurgitate the mouthful bread she’d forced down if these two didn’t stop with the affirmations.
“Believe me,” continued Eve, “I’ve been here off and on winters since I was a little girl back in the sixties, when my parents bought into the park. Pleasant Palmers stick together and get things done. Some trailers may not be worth much, but the land they’re sitting on is worth a ton of money. Marvin says sooner or later, some big developer’s going to come along and make us an-offer-we-can’t-refuse for this place.”
Eve Bridgeford, fit, cute, with hair dyed the color of pennies and cut into a short, straight page boy, was passionate about Pleasant Palms. She was married to Marvin, an older man from their hometown in Flint, Michigan, who started a business decades ago manufacturing hot-water heaters.
“Hot water is a red-hot business,” was how Marvin put it the first time Hester met him. “Don’t know a son of a bitch alive who likes a cold shower. Do you?”
Eve was pretty subtle about it, but every season Marvin and she arrived in
“Wanted to come by and tell you the good news. No fatalities! Isn’t that just the best news, Hester? And already the cleanup crew is all organized, the Dumpsters are on site, all of that’s been done.” Eve was so alive with energy, she was out of breath.
No fatalities, huh? That’s what she thinks, Hester tried to act interested in the details about the clean-up, but she wasn’t, considering the mess she had on her hands. Al’s mess. How could she think about anything else?
“Come on, we need you.” Dee was already cutting herself a piece of the zucchini bread.
“What about my roof? I’ve got to get ahold of the insurance guy.” It was the only excuse Hester could come up with. What did she give a shit about the roof for now? The damn roof was the least of her worries. It, at least, could be fixed.
“Hester, honey, Dee told me about your roof. How awful you got hit so hard; but let me tell you, they never cover hurricane damage,” Eve said as she moved into the chair opposite Hester and sat staring at her like she was a lost child. “They cover wind damage, they cover flood damage, but they don’t cover hurricane damage, which is really wind damage and flood damage rolled into one. It’s so unfair, I know, but you have to read the fine print on everything these days. Nobody will tell you the truth, especially insurance people. They’re the worst. You can’t believe a thing they say. Right, Dee?”
Dee nodded. Her mouth was full.
“But more importantly, Dee told me all about Al. How awful. You must be so worried about him,” Eve whispered, and her voice was so soft, it felt like a kiss to Hester. Hester wanted so much to smile at Eve and say, oh, he’ll be just fine , but she knew she’d choke on the words.
“How are your units?” Hester, desperate to get these women out of her trailer, changed the subject, when she really wanted to blurt out, thanks for stopping by, but I want you to go away, to get the hell out of my house, I mean, my half-destroyed trailer, or rather my totally wrecked life—the one in which my perfect husband screws my former beloved student, who by the way is dead. And, you see, I’m trying to pretend it was all an accident, a freak of Nature accident.
“I lost two screens. I was lucky.” Dee was leaning against the counter, brushing crumbs off the large shelf of her breasts.
“Great, that’s great.” Hester tried to sound sincere. She looked back at Eve.
“Nothing, no damage at all. All of Coconut Palm Drive is completely intact.”
“Good for you, Eve. That’s great. I’m glad it wasn’t a total disaster for everyone.”
“Nothing around here is ever a total disaster. We’ll have this park fixed up in no time. Right, Dee?” Eve winked at Dee, “It’s the Pleasant Palms way!”
Hester feared she might regurgitate the mouthful bread she’d forced down if these two didn’t stop with the affirmations.
“Believe me,” continued Eve, “I’ve been here off and on winters since I was a little girl back in the sixties, when my parents bought into the park. Pleasant Palmers stick together and get things done. Some trailers may not be worth much, but the land they’re sitting on is worth a ton of money. Marvin says sooner or later, some big developer’s going to come along and make us an-offer-we-can’t-refuse for this place.”
Eve Bridgeford, fit, cute, with hair dyed the color of pennies and cut into a short, straight page boy, was passionate about Pleasant Palms. She was married to Marvin, an older man from their hometown in Flint, Michigan, who started a business decades ago manufacturing hot-water heaters.
“Hot water is a red-hot business,” was how Marvin put it the first time Hester met him. “Don’t know a son of a bitch alive who likes a cold shower. Do you?”
Eve was pretty subtle about it, but every season Marvin and she arrived in
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