Ain't She Sweet by Susan Elizabeth Phillips

Her pouty lips had lost the urge to curl in flirtatious smiles, and her baby doll cheeks had given up their innocence three husbands ago. The long blond hair that swirled to her shoulders didn’t gleam as brightly as it once had, and the tiny gold hearts at her earlobes no longer skipped in a carefree dance. Like the row of tin-roofed houses she’d just passed, Sugar Beth had grown a little shabby at the edges. She heard an imaginary howl of basset hound laughter. The girl most likely to set the world on fire.” “Griffin and Diddie Carey ruled this town, and I was their princess. “Not me, pal.” She turned up the heater on her ancient Volvo against the chill of the late February day. Gordon lifted his head and sneered at her. Just…” She blinked her eyes against a sting of tears.

How the mighty have fallen, right?” She gave a bitter laugh. “I know what you’re thinking, Gordon, so go ahead and say it. Sugar Beth Carey gazed from the rain-slicked windshield to the horrible dog who lay beside her on the passenger seat. The wild child of Parrish, Mississippi, had come back to the town she’d left behind forever. Aunt says that I had a lamentable upbringing.” “I am afraid,” confessed Pen, “that I am not very well-behaved. The painting had been here all along, a ferocious web…īy dinnertime, Winnie and Ryan had resettled Sugar Beth at…īlazes of azalea and dogwood announced the arrival of April.Įveryone called her Honeybell, except her father, who referred to… Winnie waited until they reached town before she told him. Sugar Beth looked like a diet Pepsi ad, one of… The…Īll that day Sugar Beth kept her eye on the… Sugar Beth watched the smoke trailing from the window. Ryan waited until Winnie’s assistant left for lunch before he… Sugar Beth let herself inside the carriage house, flicked on… The apartment above Yesterday’s Treasures was cramped and dingy, filled… “I’m done with you.Ĭolin answered the door. Winnie offered Ryan a taste of her kiwi tart right… Sugar Beth didn’t like the butterfly rumpus going on in…Ĭolin’s voice slid over Sugar Beth like a trickle of…Ĭolin finished shaving and made his way to his closet.Ĭolin watched as Sugar Beth came into the living room,… Sugar Beth switched the grocery bags she was carrying from… Old bitterness curdled in Sugar Beth’s stomach. Sugar Beth finished the potato chips that made up her… She swallowed hard and spoke around a croak. The wild child of Parrish, Mississippi, had come back to… I will not allow books to prove anything. Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree. Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story.

Ain't She Sweet by Susan Elizabeth Phillips