lighten the mood. âWell, folks, have we all read our Eudora for the book club review this weekend?â
Everyone said they hadâexcept for Periwinkle, who indicated she was on the last chapter and turning the pages as fast as she could. âSince you didnât have an audio for me to check out this time, I had to sit down and actually read a book for once. I was a little outta practice since it wasnât one of my menus, you understand,â she added, winking smartly.
âSpeaking of menus, I assume everyone has their potluck assignments straight,â Becca said. âOf course Iâm bringing the shrimp gumbo in honor of your parents, Maura Beth.â
âFrozen fruit salad!â Connie called out, raising her hand quickly.
âMy biscuits and green pepper jelly as usual,â Miss Voncille added, sounding a bit more restrained. âI know it seems like Iâm in a rut, but itâs what I do best. So why mess up a good thing?â
Maura Beth was up next. âAnd I believe Iâm doing another chocolate, cherry cola sheet cake.â
âIâm fixinâ grilled chicken breasts!â Periwinkle blurted out, but then cocked her head with a frown. âOh, wait . . . thatâs for the dinner at The Twinkle the night before.â She was obviously concentrating now. âFor the review, I believe Iâm supposed to bring parmesan-stuffed mushrooms.â
âVery good, gang,â Becca said. âIt sure looks like all of us are on the same page then.â
The words stayed with Maura Beth long after the luncheon had ended and she was driving home reviewing everything in her head. She could only wish the weekend would be a matter of menus and that a clash of personalities would not enter into it.
6
Divas at Dusk
T he drill was starting to get to Jeremy, but he was reluctant to annoy Maura Beth by saying anything. He knew she was well-intentioned; it was just that she was relentless, and he could only memorize so many pointers at one time.
âNow, on to politics,â she continued, glancing at her notes as the two of them sat up in bed the evening before both sets of parents would be arriving. âDaddy goes back and forth all the time. Sometimes he attacks the Democratsâothers times, the Republicans. It all depends upon the issue. He says itâs because he likes to keep all his options open as a registered Independent. On the other hand, Iâm not sure Mama has ever even voted, so I donât know what you can do with that.â
Jeremy glanced her way with a weak smile and shrugged. âI donât either. But hereâs one for you. Does she complain about the shape the countryâs in?â
âNo, not that I can recall.â
âWell, at least sheâs consistent. The old adage is that if you donât vote, you donât have the right to complain.â
âYes, but maybe you could just avoid political discussions until theyâve both gotten to know you better.â Then she flipped a page of her notepad. âNow, I think religion will be a little bit easier to navigate. As you know, theyâre both devout Episcopalians. Thatâs why theyâre so upset with me about wanting to get married up here at the lodge instead of at St. Andrewâs. But youâre relatively cool with the Episcopal Church, arenât you? Not carrying grudges of any kind, I assume.â
âNone whatsoever, especially since Iâm a lapsed Methodist these days,â Jeremy said, unable to avoid snickering. âAlthough if Henry the Eighth and John Wesley squared off in a prize fight, Iâd probably put my money on Wesley in a two-round knockout. I think Henry the Eighth would be a little out of shape. I seem to recall portraits of him with a giant turkey leg hanging out of his mouth.â
Maura Bethâs laugh seemed a bit forced, but then she suddenly became quite animated. âOh, and I just thought