“I’ve tried to warn her, but she won’t listen,” Gram said.
“Then we’ll have to make her,” Bree said. “We’ll do an intervention.”
“An intervention,” Gram repeated.
“Yeah, both of us at the same time. Kind of like what you and Mom like to do to me,” Bree added.
“I don’t know,” Gram said, shaking her head.
“Well, I do. Come on, Gram. That woman is obviously crazy. And she’s jealous. Who knows what she could do to Mom?”
“Your mother’s not going to like this,” Gram predicted.
“Nobody likes it.” But you had to do what you had to do. “I’ll come over tomorrow.”
“I don’t think she’s ready for an intervention,” Gilda cautioned. “Your mom already has a bee in her britches from your grandmother trying to talk to her today.”
“We can’t just sit by and do nothing,” Bree argued.
“You’re right there. Glad I won’t be around to see it though,” said Gilda.
ZONA’S PASSENGERS WEREall cheery and happy, out for a night of fun or off to the airport and chattering all the way. One woman, trying to be friendly, asked Zona how she liked her job.
Normally Zona would have replied that she enjoyed meeting so many nice people because, for the most part, her passengers had been nice. This night she was in no mood for chitchat.
“It helps pay the bills,” she said shortly.
“That’s a good thing, right?” the woman persisted.
Zona merely nodded and the woman got the message and settled back against the seat. There would be no tip coming from this passenger, but Zona didn’t care.
She packed it in at half past eleven and pulled up to her mother’s house. She could see the light from the TV glowing behind the sheers pulled across the window, and the shadow of two heads. Heaven only knew what those two were watching.
She was pulling into the driveway when she caught sight of the PT Cruiser sneaking up from around the corner. Oh, no. Not tonight.
She grabbed her phone, pushed open the car door, and raced down the sidewalk, phone pointed at the car like a gun.
Angela saw her coming and floored it.
“I know it was you!” Zona hollered, aiming her phone. “You’ll pay for this!”
The car disappeared around the corner and Zona stopped her running, adrenaline racing through her veins. She checked the photo. A little blurry, due to the lack of light, but it would do.If she collected enough pictures of Angela misbehaving, maybe she could get a stalking order of protection.
Although soon Angela wouldn’t be an issue because Zona and Alec wouldn’t be an item.
Still buzzing with adrenaline, Zona went back to her mother’s car and put it in the garage. Darling heard her enter the house and went racing to greet her, barking all the way.
“Good grief, you scared us,” said Louise as Zona entered the living room.
“If you’d stop watching murder and mayhem, you wouldn’t scare so easily,” Zona retorted irritably. “Gilda, I’m going to take Darling for a walk and then you can go home.”
Gilda nodded. She didn’t quite look Zona in the eye. Feeling guilty for her contribution to the family squabble earlier. Well, good. She should feel guilty.
Zona leashed Darling up and they headed down the sidewalk, toward the corner where Angela had disappeared. There was no sign of her car when they rounded the block. Very wise.
Chapter28
BY THE TIME ZONA RETURNED, GILDAhad on her sweater and her purse was slung over her shoulder. “Good night,” she said, still not looking Zona in the eye, then slipped out the front door.
