Tuesday Tales 2025-4-29 Soon

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A hard-driving song started, its base thumping through the speakers. My headache would be worse by the time this night was over. I scooted my chair closer in order not to miss anything Skip said. “Who was she mad at? Kitty? Monroe?”

“Both. Mainly Monroe I guess.”

Robin leaned in. “You said she didn’t talk much, but she had to say something to make you think that. What was it?”

“For God’s sake,” his voice rose above the music’s blare, “she was stomping down the trail like a crazy woman.” He put both hands over his face and rubbed vigorously, as if trying to wake up, and then looked off to the side for a minute before answering. “She called him some choice names—low down snake and putrid turncoat and maybe some others I’ll not repeat, said he had tricked her and had another think coming if he thought he could get away with it. Said he’d soon get his desserts.”

“Didn’t you ask her what she meant? How he had tricked her?”

“Sure I did, but only once, with the look she gave me. Her glare would stop Medusa in her tracks. Besides, she had every right to be livid at his staying at the meeting with Kitty instead of leaving with her. He humiliated her. Wasn’t that enough to set anybody off, much less a high-strung woman like Vonna?”   

“Sure, sure.” But it wasn’t the whole story. Turncoat, she had called him. There was more to it. I felt it in my bones, and I was determined to get to the truth, for Luella and also for Ghost Vonna. “Why do you think Monroe acted that way? Is he normally so hot and cold?”

“He’s all about himself.” He spluttered, “Treating her like that! I’d like to…” Instead of continuing, he took a big gulp of beer and slammed down the mug. Tiny gold droplets splattered the table. 

Robin and I exchanged glances. Skip was obviously on Vonna’s side in any dispute. If he was putting on an act, he was good. “What happened later, after you got to the end of the trail?” I inquired.

“She wouldn’t go out with me for a drink. Said she had something to take care of and maybe we’d meet up later.” His face seemed to cave in. “That’s the last time I saw her. I should have stayed with her, made her let me help.”

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