Killer Chameleon (32 page)

I washed up, wondering when Duck would be back. It was late, after dark even. Janeece had called, as had Tank and Tina and my grandparents, but I was getting more and more miffed that none of them had made the effort to come see me.

I was fatigued but clean, deodorized, and lotioned when I opened the door of the bathroom, expecting to have the nurse parked outside the door accompany me and my IV tower back to bed. Waiting instead, as patiently as the day I'd met her twenty-six years before, was Nunna. I squealed and practically fell into her arms. She smelled of vanilla, Georgia Peach hair pomade, and mother love.

“Now, now, darling,” she said, embracing me and the tower, “don't start blubbering. Dillon called me yesterday. I came as soon as I could. Let's get you settled. I hear you've been through quite an ordeal.”

“I'm fine now. You're here and my knee will be okay and I'll still be able to protect and defend eventually and Duck and I have a new house.” I grinned up at her as I wielded the walker across the room, aware that I was babbling and not caring a bit.

I maneuvered my rear onto the bed and sat, while she positioned the tower next to the headboard.

“Are you in pain, honey?” she asked, hovering. She looked wonderful, tall, regal, her snow-white hair in a spiffy new style.

“I'm fine, juiced up just enough. You cut your hair?” In all the years I'd known her, she'd always worn it in a bun or topknot.

Her smile bordered on sheepish. “I was embarrassed to go to bed in rollers. It was all right when I was sleeping alone, but now . . .”

I felt my grin widen even more. “How's Walter?”

“Doing well. He'll be along soon. Now, honey, are you sure you feel all right?”

I couldn't have felt better with a banker's check for a million or two in my hand. “I'm tired, but with you here, I'm super. I'm so glad you came.”

“Thank Dillon. Otherwise I wouldn't have known anything.” That was a jab, gently applied. “Do you feel strong enough to change into something else? I'll help.”

“Bless you,” I said. “I hate these hospital gowns but they'll have to do until Duck brings me something else.” I experienced a mental hiccup, realizing that she didn't know about my new living arrangements. “Uh, Nunna, I was going to call you last night, I mean, Sunday night to tell you—”

“That you've moved in with Dillon, I know. He told me. It's not a problem, Leigh Ann. I went through the same thought process a little while back. I wouldn't allow Walter to move in with me because I was worried you wouldn't approve.”

“Oh, Nunna.” I reached for her and we hugged, chuckling at how silly we'd been.

“That's enough of that,” she said, moving away. “Let's get you dressed.” She crossed to the back side of the bed as I untied the gown.

“I'll need a nurse to disconnect the IV.”

“I'm right here.” A new one this time, Patricia, who had obviously been waiting just outside. She shut off the drip, disconnected the tubing. “You won't need this anymore, anyway. But don't hesitate to let us know if the pain becomes too much.” She gave me a mysterious smile and left the room.

“Here, honey.” Nunna dropped a lace-trimmed bra with matching panties and a half-slip onto the bed beside me. “Better hurry it up.”

I fingered them. “Jeez, these are beautiful. Thanks, Nunna, but they're a little impractical at the moment, don't you think?”

“Getting married in no underwear is a trifle seedy, don't you think?”

“Huh?” I looked back over my shoulder where my foster mom was pulling my ecru peau de soie wedding suit from a shopping bag. “Nunna! Where'd you get that? Is it mine? From the Bridal Bower?”

Then it registered. I was slow, but face it, I was also doped up to a fare-thee-well.

Duck stuck his head in the door. “You aren't dressed yet? Let me tell you something, Miss Nunna, if that woman isn't decent in ten minutes, she's gonna say her ‘I do' with her backside showing, because ten minutes is the longest I plan to wait.”

I was next to speechless. “Duck—”

“If that's the beginning of a protest”—he cut me off, and stepped into the room—“I don't want to hear it. We are getting hitched this night downstairs in the chapel. The people we wanted with us to begin with are all down there waiting, plus or minus a couple. We can go through it again later for everybody else if you like, but this one's for us. Now get your butt in gear or prepare to get married with it exposed to God and everybody.” Turning on his heel, he left.

“I do like a man who speaks his mind,” Nunna said, bemused. “And I just realized there's no way those panties will slide over all those bandages. It looks like you'll be getting married with a bare bottom after all.”

So that's how I came to be Mrs. Leigh Ann Kennedy eleven days before I'd expected, in a ceremony that would always warm my heart. I was one beat-up bride, a mouse under one eye, scratches and black and blue marks here, there, and yon, but from the daffy look on Duck's face, I could tell that he thought I looked beautiful. What anyone else thought didn't matter.

In attendance, Nunna and Walter; my granddad, who pushed me in a wheelchair to the altar; and my grandmother; my brother, Jon, and his wife; Duck's mom; his sister and her husband and daughter; Eddie Grimes; Janeece; Tank and Tina; and Clarissa. Presiding, one of the hospital's chaplains, and he did a fine job, even kept it short, since I refused to take my vows sitting down, and standing for long was out of the question.

When all the important stuff had been said, rings exchanged, the papers signed and a greenback of unknown denomination slipped into the good reverend's hand, Duck helped me into the wheelchair again and knelt beside me.

“You don't mind, do you, babe?” he said in my ear. “All the way across country, I kept thinking I could have lost you. I didn't want to wait any longer. And we'll go to Hawaii as soon as you're able to travel comfortably. I know this wedding wasn't quite what we planned, but it was pretty okay, don't you think?”

“Damn near perfect,” I murmured, taking the opportunity to kiss him properly. Later I would tell him that the wedding would have been absolutely perfect except for the temperature in the chapel, a little chilly for my comfort. And far too chilly if you're getting married bare-assed.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

Copyright © 2004 by Chassie West

ISBN: 0-06-054842-8

Epub Edition © JULY 2013 ISBN 9780062310323

 

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