Small Town Tango Read Free Page B

and pinks and purples, the bright lush green grass. An overwhelming sense of happiness comes upon him, along with a wide smile across his face.
     
    “I know,” Bo says aloud, “I will bring Mammy her favorite peach tea and apple turnover from Mr. Bates’ bake shop. I bet she hasn’t had those in forever. Now stop talking to yourself, Bo.”
     
    He pulls up to Bates Bake Shop in his pink Volkswagen beetle and hops out, only to face the reality of the car that he has just pulled up in. Shaking his head still in disbelief at the gall of that man to rent him a pink girly car, he opens the door to the bakery, expecting to see Mr. Bates behind the counter, with his apron on and a towel thrown over his shoulder. Instead he sees Becky, whom he hasn’t seen since high school.
     
    “Well I’ll be,” says Becky, “Bo Brogan, whatever have we done to have you grace us small town folk with your presence” as she walks over and gives his hand a tight squeeze.
     
    “It’s been way too long, old friend,” Bo replies. Becky and Bo were best friends all through school; Katy, on the other hand, couldn’t stand Bo in all of his arrogance. They did not get on well at all. It wasn’t until after Bo had moved to the city to start college that Becky and Katy became close.
     
     Katy comes walking out from the kitchen and rounds the corner to see Bo standing there in his nice Armani suit and shiny shoes. He is much bigger than she remembers from years ago, his shoulders are much broader and his eyes sparkle just a little. His emerald green eyes go well with his perfectly tan skin and light brown, well-combed hair and his nice tan suit. He doesn’t see her yet, so she stands gazing at him for a few moments before he realizes she is there.
     
    “Katy,” Bo says, “is that you?” “Boy, you sure have grown up since the last time I saw you. Where’s your old pops at? I want one of his famous root-beer floats. Man, I remember coming here almost every day after football practice to have one of those.”
     
    “Dad passed away a few years ago, Bo, you would have known that if you came around more. I don’t think your grandmother has even seen you in ages. What are you trying to pull by getting your mammy to move up to Dallas, anyway? Don’t you have any regard for other peoples’ lives?”
     
    “I’m sorry about your father, Katy, I didn’t know. No one said anything.  You know about my wanting Mammy to move up to Dallas?” says Bo.
     
    “Of course, I know about that. I was walking her home from church when we found that hoity-toity secretary of yours sitting in her car, waiting to sink her claws into Miss Viola with all of her offers of luxury this and that.”
     
    “Just what exactly is your plan, Bo?” says Katy. “What do you have to gain by ripping her out of the place she has known all of her life?”
     
    Feeling the tension and knowing the conversation was about to get extremely heated, Becky excuses herself to the kitchen.
     
    “I’m established now, Katy,” says Bo. “I would like to take Mammy to live with me in my new building so that I can give her the best of everything. I am her only grandchild, I need to take care of her.”
     
    “Your arrogance sure has not gone anywhere over the years. You would think it would at least die down a little with age.
     
    “You probably don’t know this,” Katy states with sassy look, “but she’s doing just fine taking care of herself. I help out as much as she needs me to, which isn’t much. She is a pretty tough old lady for her age and she has all of the support that she needs right here. 
     
    “You haven’t even been to visit in years, I don’t know what makes you think that you can just step in now and try to take over her life, like you would even know what’s best for her.”
     
    “Well, I am on my way over there now to surprise her,” says Bo, “all I need is sweet peach tea and an apple turnover, do you think you could get that for