TITLE: Death in the Bayou
My heart jumps when I hear it. The deep rumbling rolls across the terrace and into my ears. John glances up at me with a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.
"It's going to be alright," I say as I pat his thin shoulders. I turn around and glance at my reflection in the windows to make sure I still look presentable. My dress looks fine, even though white makes my freckles show up too much. These shoes are cramping my toes and making my feet sweat, but I can live with that for now. I brush my hand across my shoulders to get rid of any stray auburn hairs that might have fallen out.
John is still staring down the long driveway toward the estate entrance, waiting. I turn him around to check his necktie. I don't know why I'm bothering. It's a clip-on so there's nothing to adjust. Nervousness, I guess. My fingers scratch through his scruffy blonde hair to make it look like someone combed it. If Mom were here, she'd pull a Kleenex from her purse, lick it, and scrub some imaginary dirt from our faces. I always hated that, but I wish she were here to do it now.
It looks like we're ready as we're ever going to be. The sound is getting closer as the seconds tick by. I hold John's hand as we stand side by side at the porch railing waiting to face whatever the future has in store for us.