I’m pressing my lips together hard to keep from laughing. Mom mutters something I can’t understand.
“Let’s give it a rest for today, shall we?” Grandma takes a long sip of her drink. “You can resume judging all my life choices after Lucy goes back to L.A.”
Mom sighs heavily but doesn’t argue. She adjusts the front of her pale green blouse, like having her neckline in order might fix this situation as well.
“How is L.A.?” Grandma asks. “How’s Nathan?”
“Mmhhh … I think that’s about to run its course.” He still hasn’t located his balls and officially dumped me, but I did get a we should talk when you’re back text this morning that I haven’t replied to yet.
Mom looks from me to Grandma, a tiny frown on her face. Mom didn’t know about Nathan. It occurs to me now that Mom probably has no idea how often I talk to Grandma. Far more often than I talk to her.
Grandma has also noticed Mom’s expression and now looks very pleased with herself. “And how is Plumpton? Different than when you left?”
“A little. There’s a Starbucks.”
Mom drinks her tea and makes a face. She puts it down, nudging it to the other side of the table. “Did you give some thought to what you want to do for your party?”
“Oh yes, I made a list.” She jumps out of her chair—she moves like she’s many years younger than eighty—and grabs a piece of paper from the kitchen counter. She hands it over to me. It’s a list of people to invite, a few food suggestions, and a list of cocktails. At the bottom, in capital letters, it says “PIE.”
“Instead of cake?” I point to the word.
“Yes. Several types of pie. But definitely pecan. And apple. And peach.”
I laugh. “Okay. I’m sure Dad can handle that.”
Mom nods. “Don makes an excellent apple pie.”
Grandma looks at me. “You know that radio host is in town?”
“Podcaster, Mom. They call them podcasters now.” Mom glances at me and then quickly away.
I rub the goosebumps on my arms. “Mom told me.”
The very large bottle of vodka is still on the counter. I imagine smashing it into Mom’s head.
A soft voice whispers in my ear, “Let’s kill—”
“Has he ever tried to contact you?” Grandma asks.
“Let’s kill—”
Not now. I shake my head, and the voice, away. “He emailed me.”
Mom blinks. “About what?”
“About doing an interview.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. I didn’t respond.”
She clucks her tongue. “That’s rude.”
“I never respond to emails about Savvy.”
“Can’t blame you,” Grandma says.
Mom leans back in her chair. “He was perfectly nice.”
“Of course he was; he wanted something from you.” Grandma turns her attention back to me. “Are you going to go see people while you’re in town? Any of your old friends?”
I snort. “What friends?”
Listen for the Lie Podcast with Ben Owens EPISODE TWO—“SHE WOULD NOT HESITATE TO CUT A BITCH”
When Lucy moved back to Plumpton after college, she moved to a neighborhood referred to as “the Block.” The Block is actually several blocks that form a square. It’s an area within walking distance of the main downtown strip, which had once been run-down, a spot that hadn’t kept up with the rest of Plumpton’s growth.
About twenty years ago, they tore down many of the old homes and renovated some of the old ones. It quickly became a popular spot for young, well-off couples to buy homes, and is now one of the most exclusive areas of town.
Matt and Lucy bought the Hampton House, which caused a stir in the neighborhood. I spoke with Joanna Clarkson, who was one of the first people to move to the neighborhood, with her husband.
Joanna is a whirlwind of a woman, bustling around her bright, enormous kitchen, trying to make me snacks before I can finally get her to sit down and talk to me.
Joanna:??????????Hampton House was this big, beautiful house built in the early twentieth century. It was turned into a museum in the seventies, which shut down in the nineties, and then was boarded up for years, when that area went downhill. When they started redoing the area, they didn’t tear that house down. They gutted it and turned it into this gorgeous, charming home. Wraparound porches and huge windows … have you seen it?
Ben:???????????????I dropped by there earlier, actually.