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“At matters of right and wrong,”
“I’m not super fantastic at that but I guess I’ll say it anyway. At matters of right and wrong.”
“And last but not least,” she said.
“And last but not least,” I repeated.
“At........eavesdropping on old women cooking Thanksgiving dinner in their kitchen.”
“You knew I was doing that?” I asked coyly.
“Of course, doofus. I almost thought about making it as miserable for you as possible but I would have freaked out my family if I had done that. Consider yourself lucky, I was going to say something like, he’s just a speed bump until I get to Philadelphia and find my real husband’. You know, things like that.”
I almost died laughing.
“You’re too competent to be with such a goof, Jules.”
“Please, I’m intimidated on a daily basis by your intelligence. I think we make it work so well because that’s what God wants of us. So, I chuck it all up to Him. I’m pretty darn happy so I guess we’re doing something right.”
“Me too,” I said.
“Okay! This half of the room is on one team, this half, on the other,” said Isabel. “Julia, heads or tails?”
“Heads.”
She flipped the coin.
“Tails.”
“Aw, shucks,” Jules said.
“It’s okay Jules,” I said.
“It’s okay Jules,” everyone mocked and burst into laughter.
A few made gagging noises.
“Okay, okay! Head in the game ‘heads’!” Jules shouted.
The game went on until two thirty in the morning. I could barely hold my head up but didn’t want to be the first to turn in. Jules’ family was so fun as well and I didn’t want to miss out.
“We’ve got to get to bed,” said Jules, reading my body language. “We’re shopping tomorrow, remember?”
The men groaned but the ladies cheered and with that, we all went to bed full and very content.
Chapter Six
Hindsight’s Twenty-Twenty
I am particularly practical when it comes to most things in my life. In my opinion, things are generally black and white. If you push A into B you get C, basically a proponent of the laws of nature. Jules, however, possessed a sixth sense about the grey area I knew nothing about. She had theories that supported the idea that pushing A into B could possibly get you C,D, and even E and being the blockhead I was, I grossly underestimated this talent of hers, until that is, we returned from our trip to Mauch Chunk.
The day we left was a day of horrid goings on in Bramwell, West Virginia. Jesse Thomas, Taylor Williams, and a very desperate and empty Marisa Hartford crammed their tiny minds together and were plotting against Jules and I with adult size weaponry; ammunition that the experts in their associated fields handled with kid gloves, never mind two hateful humans and their idiotic apprentice.
I wouldn’t even give Marisa that much credit. She was more of a minion of sorts. Though her involvement was minor, her part held the most excruciating effects and unfortunately she was too stupid to realize how deeply she was implicated in the entire process. That was, in my opinion, most decidedly by design on Jesse’s part.
Marisa Hartford belonged to a family of equine veterinarians. Apparently, the intelligent gene skipped her generation as she was the only child and one of her family, knowing what I do about the Hartfords, lacking in the fortitude to weigh the pros and cons of assisting in a highly dangerous and highly illegal crime. I will give Marisa credit where credit is due though, she had no idea what Taylor and Jesse were doing with the help she afforded them, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
The Hartford family is a decent family. They lived moderately and had no need or want for anything. It is definitely a possibility that they are one of the wealthiest families in Bluefield, but they are frugal. They don’t squander their profits like most families do and by far and away, excluding Marisa. They are a family of morals.
