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agreed Nevvie would drive Peggy and Andrew to the store.
    “Please let that be coffee and cinnamon rolls I smell,” Tom said from the doorway.
    Nevvie turned to look at him. “You okay?”
    Tyler went to get him a mug of coffee while Tom sat at the table. “Just need to work the kinks out,” Tom said. “A little achy.”
    “You look more than a little achy, son,” Peggy noted.
    He shrugged and sipped at the mug Tyler brought him. “Not my best day.”
    “Then I’ll stay here,” Peggy said. “I’ll take care of the boys while you get some rest and Tyler works.”
    That finally settled, it was nearly two hours later by the time the boys were up and dressed, everyone had eaten breakfast, and both Nevvie and Andrew had showers and were ready to go.
    Peggy handed the keys to her car to Nevvie. “Just take mine so you don’t have to unload yours,” she said.
    “Thanks, Mom.” A few minutes later, she and Andrew were on the road heading toward the store.
    He watched the unfamiliar Georgia landscape roll by. “Peggy is very nice,” he said.
    Nevvie hoped she suppressed her grin. “She is. I love Mom.”
    “So she’s completely accepting of your relationship with Tyler and Thomas?”
    “Well, it raised her eyebrow at first, but yes, she accepted me with open arms. I don’t know what I would have done if she hadn’t been there that morning.” Well, there was a buzzkill thought to put a damper on her good mood. Had Peggy not been at their home when Tyler had his heart attack, he would have died. It was her efforts at CPR that kept him alive until the paramedics arrived.
    “I’m sorry, Nev. I didn’t mean to dredge that up again.”
    “No, it’s okay, Dad.” She took a deep breath and blew it out again. “So what are you making tonight?”
    He consulted his shopping list, and by the time they arrived at the Publix close to Peggy’s house, Nevvie’s mood had brightened again. They found a parking space in the shade and once inside, she pushed the cart and helped Andrew locate the ingredients he needed.
    They were almost finished, their last task debating frozen vegetable choices when Nevvie looked up and felt her heart nearly seize in her chest.
    At the end of the aisle, pushing a cart toward them, was Tom’s eldest sister, Emily.
    “Nev?” Andrew said. “Did you hear me?”
    She couldn’t respond. In her throat she locked down on an angry yell that would no doubt have attracted the entire store.
    He followed her gaze and spotted Emily. “What’s wrong?”
    At this point, Emily had spotted them, too. At first she froze, then a scowl crossed her face. She straightened her body, holding her head high as she determinedly strode toward them.
    Her destination was, apparently, the same case they were standing in front of.
    “Excuse me,” she said, her tone as frosty as the selections before them.
    “Cunt,” Nevvie growled.
    Emily’s nostril’s flared. “Considering you’re the one standing here with a strange man, isn’t that like the whore calling the prostitute a slut? At least prostitutes do it for the mon—”
    From somewhere, Andrew suddenly had both arms around Nevvie’s torso and was dragging her away from Emily. Nevvie struggled, screaming. “Let me at her! I’m going to bitch slap her into the middle of her next goddamn life!”
    Emily smirked. “Well, well. Anger issues. Some mother you are.”
    Nevvie howled with rage. Only the fact that Andrew had bodily lifted her off her feet and had dragged her behind their own cart kept her from getting close to Emily.
    “Madame, I don’t know who the bloody hell you are,” he said, “but I suggest you shut your gob and make a hasty retreat before I’m forced to forget I’m a gentleman and I finish for my daughter what she’s so obviously impassioned about.”
    “Let me go, Dad! I’ve been wanting a chance at this bitch for more than two fucking years!” Nevvie fought against his iron grip. She barely had time to register he was