Fannin's Flame. Tina Leonard

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      She looked a bit pale in the darkness of the truck interior. Whoops filled the background as the brothers stared down into the ditch. The sound of the two truck motors behind them was loud enough to unsettle owls. He could see why this fragile girl would be unnerved by all of it. “Don’t worry. My brothers won’t eat you. C’mon and meet the family.”

      Fannin hopped out of the truck. Kelly went out her door, coming around to the truckbed. Most of his brothers were staring down into the ditch, except for Last. And Helga, of course, probably because she was too smart to get that close to a slick edge.

      “Kelly!” Helga cried out.

      Kelly went flying into his housekeeper’s arms. Last glanced at Fannin in surprise. Fannin shrugged, mystified. The two women embraced as if they’d known each other forever.

      Finally, Kelly turned. “Fannin, this is my mother, Helga.”

      “My baby,” Helga said.

      Only Kelly was no baby. At least he sure didn’t think so. Fannin felt his jaw sagging. “Baby?” he repeated dumbly. “Mother?”

      Last turned to him. “I think that tall redhead who was in your truck said that Helga was her mother.”

      Fannin’s heart caved. “That can’t be possible. That would not be a good thing at all.”

      Last shook his head. “I wouldn’t want those genes, either.”

      “No, you don’t understand. I—” Fannin halted. “I mean, that would put me in a very bad spot.”

      “Did you know who she was? How did you meet Helga’s daughter?” Last asked.

      Fannin shook his head, thinking through their conversations on the phone and in person. Had Kelly ever mentioned it? He was positive he’d remember something like Helga is my mother.

      “Dude. How are you going to fire her now?” Last asked.

      “Fire who?” Fannin’s thoughts were so tangled, he couldn’t keep anything straight.

      “Helga. Remember? We took her out tonight for the last supper, so to speak, so that you could meet your dream date—great choice, by the way, Helga’s daughter and all. Makes for weird drama, doesn’t it, bro?” Last slapped him on the back. “And in return for us giving up our time, you were going to speak to Mason about punting Helga over to Mimi’s house.”

      Fannin felt ill. “I don’t think I can exactly do that now.”

      “You have to! It was…dude, you don’t understand what it was like taking Helga into Dallas. She wanted to stop and look at every point of interest, every history marker between here and there. We gave up on the movie and took her to a German restaurant instead. She had a blast, by the way.”

      “I’m going to have to renege.” He felt fairly certain that one didn’t sleep with a daughter and then turn around and fire the mother. That would not be cricket. It would definitely put him in bad with Kelly, a place he did not want to be. That redhead had given him a wicked treat—and he definitely had plans for winning more of the same.

      “You can’t renege.” They looked on as Kelly took her mother carefully to the side of the road to peer over, watching the brothers swarm her little car to assess the damage and develop retrieval scenarios.

      “I have to. Last, I can’t do it.”

      “Why? You don’t…you don’t like her, do you?”

      “Helga? No more than you do, but—”

      “That girl.” Last stared at him. “You don’t have the hots for Helga’s daughter, do you?”

      Fannin wanted to crawl under a rock to get away from Last’s piercing gaze. “She’s a really nice girl.”

      Last gasped. “You realize you’re putting yourself on the road to ruin, brother. Intervention may be required. You haven’t thought this through.”

      “Hell, I haven’t thought about anything! I just now found out myself!”

      “Whatever you do,” Last said, drawing close enough so that no one could hear him, “do not sleep with her. Understand? If you’re not capable of thinking this through, then let me explain it to you in simple turns. H-e-double-hockey-sticks-ga would be your mother-in-law.”

      Fannin felt Last’s sincerity blazing from his eyes.

      “And if you don’t know what they say about nosey, interfering mothers-in-law, you can dial up Frisco Joe and ask him what he had to do to get away from her when he was laid up with a busted leg.”

      “I remember,” Fannin muttered.

      “And mothers-in-law.” Last shuddered, waving his hands for emphasis. “They are the fount of the future. You can see everything in that fount. Look closely, bro. That’s what your bride would look like someday.”

      Fannin blinked at Last’s intensity.

      “And you know what they say about getting along with the in-laws and the out-laws. If you did such a thing, Fannin, that would put Helga in our family forever. Forever. She’d be ours.” Last hung his head dramatically. “I could not endure it.”

      Fannin felt bad for his brother, even though he was a maestro of soap opera effects—until Last kicked at something on the ground.

      “What’s this?” Last asked, turning over a piece of red, lacy stuff on the ground with his boot.

      “Nothing,” Fannin said, bending to scoop Kelly’s errant thong into his pocket.

      “Looked like a…thong to me,” Last said, his voice amazed. “Wouldn’t that be strange? You see shoes all the time sitting in the middle of the road, sometimes one, sometimes two, and I always wonder who they belong to. Who so carelessly abandoned them?”

      Kelly came walking back over to the truck with Helga, and Fannin growled, “Last, shut up.”

      “Seriously. Someone needs to do a study on how shoes get into roads, particularly at intersections in big cities. They’re almost a tourist attraction in themselves. Sometimes they’re hanging from telephone wires like they just got up there by themselves. I know the world is changing now that it’s undergarments in the road….”

      Kelly’s eyes went wide, and Fannin was relieved that Helga didn’t speak enough English to understand. “Shut up, Last,” he reiterated, this time his voice steely.

      And then Last did shut up, his eyes first on Fannin because of the tone and then sliding to Kelly’s mortified expression. “Oh, brother,” Last said. “Aha. I have once again allowed my philosophical side to get the best of me. If you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll go attach myself to the towing hitch.”

      He left. Fannin felt Kelly looking СКАЧАТЬ