Ain’t nuthin but a hound dog…

A little teaser from That Voodoo That You Do….

As she pulled in to the drive, she saw a big, black Ford pick-up parked next to Toutu’s truck.

“Merde,” she spat. “Marco.” Great. Name a bad dog and he shows up to cause trouble. She did not feel like dealing with this.

“Merci, cher.” Maybelle came out the front door to meet her. “I appreciate you doing this. His fever has been high.” She lowered her voice and whispered, “Marco is here. He heard about what happened and came to see Emile.”

“Yes, I saw his truck.” Delphine grimaced. “I would rather not come in, Maybelle,” she began when the screen door slammed.

“Well, look who the cat dragged in,” Marco drawled. He looked the same as ever. His slow, lazy smile had made many a heart melt, but Delphine was immune now.

“Hello, Marco,” she said, trying to keep the icicles out of her voice. She wanted nothing to do with him now. This was a complication she did not need.

Now y’all know we have all known them. They show back up and cause trouble after we are done with them. Go on and confess. How many of you have let them back in, only to have them pee on the furniture and chew up those darlin new Christian Louboutin heels you just bought? Uhm..hmm…I’d be takin’ a rolled up newspaper to that one.

Tell your Mama I asked after her…

L.