Moment Five: Celebrate
“They be the heathens! Never had me no children, and they be the reason!” Ida Mae tossed a bottled water through a torn grocery sack, and it landed on her boot.
Driew twisted the glass doorknob, opening the back door carefully to avoid hitting Ida Mae. She glanced up at him, forcing a smile. “Ah, Driew, son! Wicked bags these days.”
“Your teapot was boiling, Miss Mae. Do you need my help?” asked Driew, returning her smile to disguise what he had seen.
“I must have turned the stove on in my rush for the store. Lucky you were here. I could have burned the house down!” Ida Mae tossed a water through the opened kitchen door. The bottle stopped against the pantry door. Her aim proved she had unloaded in this manner before. “I likes a sweet brew before leaving for the day.” Ida Mae continued into the kitchen past Driew, her smock filled with bottled waters.