Grim Reaper 01 - Embrace the Grim Reaper

was play practice?”
    Casey turned her stick. “Fine.”
    Rosemary stared at her. “ Fine ? That’s all you’re going to say?”
    “Leave her alone, Rosie,” Lillian said. “Can’t you see the woman’s starving?”
    Casey looked up from the flames. “No, it’s all right. What do you want to know?”
    “Everything. Who was there. What did you do. Did Holly throw a temper tantrum. Did Leila actually drool on Eric. You know. The usual.”
    Lillian giggled. “Maybe Thomas threw the tantrum.”
    “Or Todd.”
    “No, Todd would never expend that much energy.”
    “And he’s not really the type to throw one.” Rosemary took another bite of her hot dog, deep in thought. “Aaron and Jack are young enough, the sweet babies, but they have better control of their tempers.”
    “No, their mother would never stand for it.”
    Casey’s hot dog sizzled, and she turned it again, the underside beginning to turn brown. “Aaron and Jack are brothers?”
    Rosemary’s eyebrows rose. “Of course. Not twins, but close enough. Their mother had barely birthed Aaron before Jack came along. Not sure what the woman was thinking.”
    Lillian snorted. “It wasn’t what she was thinking.”
    Rosemary let out a guffaw of agreement, and the women exchanged a knowing look, as if all men in the world followed the same example.
    “So how did Holly treat you?” Rosemary polished off her hot dog, her eyes bright.
    “Before or after the actress from the other town left?”
    Rosemary let out a quiet screech. “That awful woman who was in Hello, Dolly last year? What was her name?”
    They looked at Casey, and she shrugged. “Have no idea. Nobody bothered to introduce us.”
    “No,” Lillian said. “They wouldn’t.”
    “About Holly…” Rosemary said.
    Casey grimaced. “She was perfectly nice—overly welcoming, even—until the woman left. After that she dropped me like a stone.”
    Rosemary humpfed. “That’s just Holly. How Ellen ever put up with her…”
    “They were friends?”
    “As much as Holly can be friends with anybody. Selfish little brat. She’d call Ellen at all hours, claiming she had a crisis and needed another woman to talk to. Ellen would always agree to see her.” She sighed. “But then, that’s just how Ellen was. She’d invest more time than she should in someone like Holly, just to have it thrown in her face.”
    They were quiet for a few moments, watching the fire.
    “I’m surprised that other actress even showed up,” Lillian said. “But she probably heard about…” Her voice caught. “…about the open part and came to snag it.”
    Casey pulled her hot dog from the fire. “Actually, Thomas called her last week to see if she would come.”
    “Last week ?” Rosemary’s face went red, visible even in the firelight. “But Ellen only…” She stood up abruptly, her napkin fluttering to the ground, and hustled into the house.
    Lillian looked at the ground.
    “I’m sorry,” Casey said. “I didn’t mean to—”
    “It’s not you. You know that.” She looked up. “You need a bun. Here.” She pulled one from the bag on the neighboring stump. “And toppings. We have the usual—ketchup, mustard—and this wonderful relish we do up every fall. India relish. Red and green tomatoes, red and green peppers, onions… All from our garden.”
    “I’ll try some of that. Thank you.”
    Lillian’s face was a blank mask as she made up Casey’s hot dog on a bright green partitioned tray. Besides the relish she lined the dog with the ketchup and mustard, and even a few onion strips. With a final twist, she deposited a handful of nacho chips in ones of the compartments.
    Casey took the plate from Lillian, but the other woman didn’t seem to hear her thanks.
    “If you’ll excuse me,” Lillian said, standing and brushing off her pants. “I’m going to check on Rosemary.”
    “Of course.”
    Lillian stood with more composure than Rosemary had done, wadding up her own napkin and tossing it into the fire. Left behind, however, were the rest of the supplies.
    Casey looked down at her plate, figuring her appetite would be gone. But the hot dog did look good. Smelled good, too. She took a bite, relish and ketchup dripping down her fingers.
    It tasted fantastic.
    When she was done, her hostesses still hadn’t returned. She considered roasting another hot dog, but contented herself with popping an untoasted marshmallow in her mouth and breaking off a piece of the Hershey’s