Acquiring Trouble

someone else," the woman laughed. "There's only one person in Keeneston with a car like that. I take it you're lost."
    "No," Morgan answered as she slid her oversized black sunglasses up and onto her head.
    "Well," the woman smiled again. She really was a peppy sort of person. "I' m McKenna Ashton , but everyone calls me Kenna . Do you need help finding anything?"
    "Ashton? As in Will Ashton?" Morgan asked as she snapped her eyes back to the woman.
    "Yes. I'm his wife." Kenna answered, a little hesitantly now.
    " You're not fr om here and you're not Whitney," Morgan said, almost accusingly.
    "Thank g od for that." Kenna retorted with overwhelming sarcasm .
    Morgan grinned . This woman had spunk. She hadn't liked Whitney either. She had been in the same charity group with Whitney in DC , but hadn't seen her for a while. She ’d also never let Whitney know she grew up with Will. Not that Whitney would care. Morgan just liked to hear her rant about her husband's hillbilly home. She didn't like to admit it, but every on ce in a while she got homesick and it was nice to hear about Keeneston.
    "At least Will got rid of her. I couldn't stand t hat ditzy blonde act." Morgan slid her sun glasses back in place a nd started to walk toward the c afé.
    "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name?" Kenna called after her.
    "Morgan. And it's so nice to be back." She tossed a tight grin over her shoulder and headed across the stre et. She had a town to shake up.
     
    Daisy Mae Rose tapped her pen against the counter inside the Blossom Café as she waited for her sister, Violet Fae , to finish the biscuits and sausage gravy for John Wolfe's table.
    "You got ants in your pants?" Violet asked as she poured the gravy over the large buttery biscuits.
    Daisy rolled her eyes, "Come on already, will ya ?" She tapped her pen some more since she knew it got on her sister's nerves. Finally her sister put the plate down on the counter and Daisy grabbed it. T he smell of the homemade biscuits and sausage gravy made her stomach rumble. She'd never admit it, but her sister made the best breakfast.
    Daisy headed to the front o f the c afé where John sat by himself. It would be the perfect time to get caught up on the entire town's gossip. No one knew more about what was going on in Keeneston than John.  As she arrived at the table Daisy glanced out the large front window and paused with the biscuits and gravy midway to the table. "Oh my heavens!" she gasped.
    " Daisy Mae, what is the matter with you? Put the darn biscuits down on the table!" Violet called from the kitchen.
    Everyone turned and looked at Daisy and then followed to where she was looking. Pam Gilbert, the PTA president , stood up, smoothed her khaki slacks and straightened her pink polo shirt . She excused herself from the fundraising meeting and stepped over to t he window with the rest of the c afé patron s. Across the street she saw   a woman in a black suit talking to Kenna .
    "What in tarnation?" Pam leaned forward for a better look. "Holy bologna!"
    "Well slap me silly and call me Sally," John Wolfe murmured as he stood up to join Daisy and Pam at the wind ow.
    "Move over, let me see, " said Noodle, o ne of the Keeneston s heriff d eputies , as he peered over Pam's shoulder. "Holy Mackerel . I need to call the s heriff, ‘ cause here comes trouble."
    "For the love of Pete, someone tell me what's going on." Violet yelled with her ever - present wooden spoon in her hand.
    "Morgan's back and coming this way!" Daisy shouted back, causing the rest of the c afé to gasp in unison. Some people eyed the back door and the people crowding the widow scattered.
    "Morgan? The Morgan?" Tammy asked as she shoved her wa y to look out the window. "S hut the front door!"
    "Good idea!" Daisy hurried to bolt the door of the c afé.
    "Miss Daisy, it's just an expression."
    "Oh, well, it was still a good idea," Miss Daisy mumbled.
    "What do we do?" Noodle asked , his eyes widening in panic .
    "Get it together! Y ou'll probably have to arrest her." Miss Violet said from the safety of the kitchen.
    "What on Earth is she doing here, Pam?" Daisy asked.
    "I don't know." Pam shrugged her shoulders and stared as the woman approached the c afé. "But we're about to find out."
     
    Morgan approached the c afé and saw the faces behind the window scatter. Some things never changed. She wanted to make a splash and this was the best way to do it. All those years away she wondered how many of them thought she was