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This week’s word prompt is “salt”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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She beamed at him for a moment before she turned back to Aunt Sally. The older woman pressed her lips into a tight, thin line.
“Coming right up.” Sally spoke each word like it was venom. Her voice pitched into a shrill. “Addie.” The fabric around her rustled like leaves in a windstorm as she hurried to the kitchen.
Morgan searched the basket of condiments, plucking up a couple packets of salt. She tucked them into the pocket of her jeans. “She never adds them in.”
There was no answer from Rhett. She glanced back at him. Whatever joy he felt dissipated.
Morgan squeezed his hand. “What is it?”
He sighed. “I know they all mean well. But they weren’t there when I was hurting. I needed them and they couldn’t bother. It was just words.”
Morgan cocked her head. “Everyone?”
A hint of his smile returned. “Everyone but you.”
She patted their joined hands. “Glad we cleared that up.”
Morgan heard what she thought was a landline phone being hung up. The plastic on plastic was indistinguishable. There was the clearing of a throat before the telltale shuffle of fabric grew louder.
Sally plopped a paper bag on the counter. “That will be ten dollars.”
Morgan pulled free from Rhett’s grip to reach into her back pocket. She peeled free a few bills and laid them on the cold glass next to the bag. “Thank you.”
“Wait.” Sally put a hand up. “You don’t have the sweet tea yet.”
She scuttled to a counter near the window where a glass jug filled with caramel brown liquid sat. Taking one styrofoam glass at a time, she filled it then slipped a lid on.
Morgan felt uneasy as she watched Sally set the glasses down, a wicked glimmer in her eye.
Morgan’s eyes widened at the voice. How in the ever living hell did she know they were there? She looked up at Sally as her lids narrowed.
Of course. The bitch called her.
Morgan grabbed the bag with a snarl and spun on her toe towards the door. Jessica Barnes was still beautiful with her long blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. At one time she promised to be Rhett’s wife.
Rhett’s voice was shaky as he answered. Morgan studied him. His skin was now flushed. He was like a deer in headlights. “Hey, Jess.”