Howard swiveled upon his stool to acknowledge his stepmother, a woman three years his junior, and was accosted by her cleavage. He turned away; added three packets of sugar to his coffee.
“Must you store your drink there?” Bitsy nodded at the sports bottle tucked in Lilly Jean’s ample bosom. “You’re nauseating my customers.”
“I don’t think so.” Lilly Jean reached into her purse; withdrew a pick. “Ever since I came to town, business has picked up for you.” She fluffed her hair then whipped out a can of hair spray.
Lilly Jean frowned and pulled out a bottle of red nail polish. “I don’t think Daddy Sheriff brought me here for love, Howie. I think he brought me here to fix you.” She painted her pinkie. “But I don’t think you’re the fixable type.”
Howard took a sip of coffee.“Your daddy never said a thing about you when he proposed. I’m not sure I woulda’ married him, had I known. I got things to do, Howie.” She made her hand into a loose fist, turned it over and began blowing upon her nails. “Did you know, I was…”
“Runner up in Miss Tennessee. You might have mentioned that.” Bitsy said.“I was also in a television commercial.”
“For shoes. You ordering today, Lilly Jean or did you mistake my restaurant for a beauty parlor?”“This ain’t no beauty parlor, Bitsy. Coffee, black. And toast with a smidge of butter. Don’t be letting that cook of yours butter it so much I have to wring out the bread.” She spread the fingers upon her right hand. “I been here eight months and not one woman has made any effort to get to know me and you know why?” Lilly Jean leaned towards Howard; made to whisper. “They’re all jealous.”
For the first time in eighteen years, Howard snickered.
This was written in response to this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge. The word was ample. This is a rework of something I wrote earlier. Hoping to return to this story soon.