Cousin Tara & brother Lee join in the fun.
"How do you not get fat?"
"Genetics." Nephew and Uncle said in unison.
Louise looked from one to the other and didn't believe them.
Before he left, Nathan pulled Louise aside.
"I want you to know that you can ask me anything and I won't lie to you but be prepared to hear the truth when you ask.
Louise started to ask a question and changed her mind. Instead, she thanked him for the movie.
"You're welcome and I'll call you later." Nathan said as she kissed her on the cheek.
Barb woke up early, took a shower and ordered breakfast. She was more than a little disgruntled that she hadn't heard from Kevyn or Louise. She decided that if she hadn't heard from them by the time breakfast was over, she would call them and demand that they get their asses to the hotel pronto. They had some explaining to do.
Barb picked at her breakfast when it was delivered, her anger ruining her appetite. Instead of finishing her breakfast, she called Kevyn's cell phone number. Her anger grew when it went to voice mail and she called Louise's number and got the same result.
Barb stared at the phone in disbelief. Of the two of them Louise was the one who always answered her phone and usually by the second ring.
"Where in the hell are they?" Barb muttered. Kevyn she could understand, she was probably still in bed with that gorgeous rich man of hers but Louise? Where would she be this early and why wasn't she answering her phone? The thought that anyone could be interested in Louise never crossed Barb's mind. To her, Louise was a little mouse whose place in the world was... she didn't really have a place. She didn't see Louise as a wife or a mother; she was just Louise.
A tap at the door made Barb jump.
"Who is it?" she called through the door as she looked through the peephole.
"Ollie ma'am, Hans asked me to stop by and see if you needed anything."
"I'm fine, where's Hans? I want to go out."
"I am at your disposal for the day ma'am." Ollie called back. He didn't want anything to so with the woman who already had the reputation of being a bitch and she hadn't been at the hotel for twenty-four hours.
"I'll be ready in an hour." Barb snapped.
"Finally..." she muttered as she dressed for her shopping trip under the impression that she would be allowed to spend some of Patrick and Kevyn's money. She carefully applied her makeup, took out her best outfit for a day of shopping, and got dressed. Exactly one hour later, Ollie was at the door.
He led her to the front of the hotel and told her to wait out front while he got the car. A few minutes later, a blue 2009 Hyundai pulled up. At first, Barb dismissed the car thinking that it was for someone else, her mouth dropped open when Ollie got out of the car, ran to the passenger side and opened the door for her.
Barb stared at the car in disbelief. The thought that maybe Patrick wasn't anywhere near as rich as she thought he was crossed her mind but then she remembered the rental car that he drove and that he had picked up all of the expenses for the funeral.
"What are you up to Kevyn Morris?" Barb whispered.
"Ma'am?" Ollie called.
"Coming!" Barb snapped.
Ollie helped her into the car not really wanting to touch her but he reminded himself that he was being well paid to keep the woman safe and to take her wherever she wanted to go including lunch, which had a thirty-dollar price limit. From what he could see, the woman didn't even deserve a meal at a fast food restaurant but that wasn't for him to say.
"Where would you like to go?" Ollie asked when he was in the car.
"Where all of the expensive shops are." Barb replied wishing that she knew where Kevyn shopped now that she had money.
"As you wish." Ollie said and headed to downtown LA.
Barb went into the first shop she saw, browsed for almost an hour before she picked a brightly colored red scarf.