Mainstream stories from author Mi'Chelle Dodson(aka Suprina Frazier). All Rights Reserved Therein. (Publisher Website: http://www.bridgesandchannels.com)
The Professor - Ch. 30.1
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“Who dat man out back wid de dark eyes?” Trent asked upon entering the kitchen where Emile was just finishing up breakfast. “And why he got on Daddy’s overalls?”
Upon awakening, the lad had looked out his rear bedroom window expecting to find his sister engaged in her usual outdoor tasks whenever she was home for an extended stay. Except this time there was a sunglass wearing man helping her in a familiar pair of blue jean overalls.
“That’s Dr. Baron Weaver from California,” Emile replied, smiling warmly at Trent. “He gonna marry your sister. After he insisted on helping Ree-Ree out back, I let em wear your daddy’s old work clothes ‘cause de clothes he came in twas too nice to ruin wid yard work.”
Trent nodded in acceptance of that explanation. He walked to the open back door and looked through the screen at the two people hard at work in the backyard. Aurelia was still pushing the mower, though she was now on the last row. Baron had the cordless hedge trimmer, diligently turning the remaining unruly shrub into a neat masterpiece like the others before it.
“Dey just ‘bout finished. It usually takes Ree-Ree lots longer to get done by herself,” Trent noted.
“When people work together tings get done faster,” Emile replied. “Now how ‘bout working wid me to set de table for breakfast. I gotta feeling dem gone be mighty hungry when dey come back inside.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Trent said and then obediently moved towards the small round table and four hand-woven wicker chairs.
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In another suite across town at a cheaper hotel, Murray Underwood, the private investigator who’d followed Aurelia from the states hung up the phone with a tired sigh. He’d just had the last of four intense conversations with his current clientele. Client #1 was overjoyed about Aurelia’s nuptials. Client #2 was relieved because as the wife of a wealthy man, Aurelia now posed no financial threat to him. Thus he could devote his remaining funds to his physical and financial recoveries. Client #3 was sad and disappointed that Aurelia was off the dating market. Yet he saw her marriage as a clear sign for him to just step aside. Client #4 was piping hot mad about those nuptials. He even planned to physically stop the wedding, but was delayed in London due to the bad weather currently swirling in the Atlantic Ocean . The end result was the same for Murray – loss of income. Only Client #1 felt the need to keep the P.I. on retainer for future updates about Aurelia’s life, but still o...
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