“I still want to.” Everything went blurry as if I were under water. “She’s not yours, Coop. She’s not Lester’s. Her father is someone named A.M. If that’s his name. I read it in Barb’s diary. But I know one thing for sure: Lester doesn’t want her. And I do. I want to raise that little girl.”
“I’ll help you. We’ll raise her together.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “First thing in the morning, I’ll talk to Lester.”
I drew his hand to my lips. “Tell him I love Emerson Philpot. And I want to be her mother.”
* * *
The next morning, the nurse wheeled me out of the hospital. The sunlight felt good against my shoulders. Coop’s red truck waited by the curb. He got out and rushed over. He wore cutoff jeans, and a blue shirt that brought out the color in his eyes. I got up from the wheelchair and he slid his arms around my waist.
“Lean on me, sweetheart.”
The nurse’s mouth puckered as if she’d sucked a persimmon. “This is against the rules,” she said.
“Sue me,” Coop said.
I leaned into him the way a peach tree leans in the wind. We might have missed his birthday dinner, but it wasn’t too late for a cake. He liked chocolate better than red velvet, so I would bake the Templeton sheet cake, which called for bittersweet chocolate.
Coop put his hand under my elbow. “I talked to Lester.”
My stomach muscles tensed. “And?”
“He’s letting Emerson decide who she wants to live with.”
A wide streak of joy ran through me. The truck’s side window rolled down and Sir’s head appeared, bobbing like volleyball. Emerson pushed in beside him, her mouth wide open.
“I told you I’d be back,” she said.
I waved at her with both hands. A truck door closes, a window opens.
Coop and the nurse helped me into the front seat. The stitches in my leg pulled taut, but I ignored the pain. It just felt good to be alive. Sir scooted close to me, licking my hands. Emerson pressed her face against my neck. A tear ran down my chin and dribbled onto her hair.
“We’ve brought you a present,” Coop said. He reached toward the floorboard and lifted a square box, no bigger than a toaster, wrapped in shiny blue paper.
Emerson pressed her ear against it. “It’s not ticking,” she said. “No need to call the bomb squad.”
“Is it edible?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t recommend it,” Coop said.
I pulled off a wedge of paper and saw a clear plastic box. Gourmet sea salt? A Tupperware container? I peeled off the rest of the gift wrap and blinked down at a Plexiglas cage. Inside, a tarantula sat motionless on aquarium gravel.
I grinned. “Where’d you find him?”
“Emerson and I went to the junkyard.” Coop bent closer to the box. “I didn’t think we’d be successful. I know how to call a dog. But a spider?”
“So we whistled,” Emerson said. She pursed her lips and blew a few notes.
The tarantula moved its front leg up and down like a Maestro conducting an orchestra.
I pulled Sir and Emerson against me, then I slipped my other arm around Coop. I hugged them as hard as I could. I even tried to hug the tarantula’s cage.
We were together. And it was time to go home.
Teeny’s Recipes
The Right to Remain Silent Salsa
Serves: 4
4 ripe Elberta peaches, peeled and chopped (discard pits)
1 cup chopped red onion
1 clove garlic, minced
2 tablespoons jalapeño pepper, minced
¼ cup chopped red bell pepper
¼ cup chopped green bell pepper
3 tablespoons chopped cilantro
2 tablespoons canola oil
2 tablespoons lime juice
1 tablespoon honey
salt and pepper to taste
Place peaches, onion, garlic, peppers, and cilantro in a bowl. In another bowl, whisk oil, lime juice, and honey. Salt and pepper to taste. Pour over peaches and veggies. Cover bowl with plastic wrap and chill at least 45 minutes. Serve with pork, chicken, fish, tacos, or pita wedges.
I’ve Already Hired an Attorney Chips
Serves: 4
4 pitas
¼ cup garlic oil
Sea salt
Black pepper, freshly ground
Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Cut each pita into 6 to 8 wedges and place on an ungreased cookie sheet. Brush oil over wedges and sprinkle with salt and pepper. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes or until chips are evenly browned.
Orange You Sorry You Lied Marinade
Yield: approximately 2¾ cup marinade
1 cup orange-flavored liqueur
½ cup blood orange juice
½ cup peach juice
Whisk until smooth.
Mix in:
¼ cup blood orange zest
¼ cup finely chopped, skinned peaches
4 garlic cloves (peeled and minced)
4 tablespoons stone-ground mustard
½ cup safflower oil
1 teaspoon large-grained salt (sea or Kosher)
2 tablespooons chopped fresh pepper
¼ cup chopped herbs, Italian parsley, and lemon thyme
Pour into a container and refrigerate.
This marinade is perfect for Butt Out of My Life Barbecue, Take Your Lies and Shove Them Tilapia, and Sue Me Shrimp Kabobs.
Aunt Bluette’s Fresh Peach Pie
(A procedure, not a recipe)
Buy or make two pie crusts. Put the bottom crust into a 9-inch pie pan. Peel and slice a dozen ripe Elbertas. Arrange the slices in the bottom of the pie shell. In a bowl, mix ½ cup white sugar, ½ cup brown sugar, 1 teaspoon cinnamon, ½ teaspoon nutmeg, ¼ cup peach preserves, and 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour. Mix and pour over peaches. Dot the mixture with pieces of cold butter. Roll out the second crust. Using a pastry wheel, cut the pastry into strips. Lay strips on top of peaches and make a lattice design. Bake at 375 degrees for 40 minutes. Serve with vanilla ice cream. Garnish with sugared pecans.
Teeny’s Red Velvet Cake
1½ cups white sugar
2 large eggs
½ cup Crisco
2 ounces red food coloring
2 ½ cups sifted cake flour
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 cup buttermilk
1 teaspon Madagasgar vanilla extract
1 tablespoon vinegar
1 teaspoon soda
Cream the Crisco and sugar until fluffy. Beat in the eggs. In a different bowl, mix the cocoa and food coloring. Add to the sugar mixture. Add cake flour, baking powder, salt, buttermilk, and vanilla extract. Blend until all lumps are gone. Add vinegar and soda. Do not beat after adding soda.
Pour into two 9-inch greased cake pans. Bake at 350 degrees for 30 minutes. Use a cake tester if you aren’t sure.
Icing
4 tablespoons plain white flour
1 cup whole milk
1 cup confectioners’ sugar
1 cup real butter (unsalted)
1 teaspoon Madagascar vanilla
Whisk flour and milk. Place in a saucepan and cook over a low flame until the mixture is smooth. Cool. In another bowl, cream sugar and butter. Add to the cooked flour mixture and whip until creamy. Add vanilla. Beat untl the mixture is light and fluffy and spreadable.
Variation: Cream cheese icing
acknowledgments
The author would like to thank Jennifer Enderlin, Ellen Levine, Sara Goodman, Lisa Senz, Matthew Shear, Sally Richardson, Matthew Baldacci, Sarah Melnyk, Sarah Goldstein, Nancy Trypuc, Laurie Ritchey, Shirley Hailstock, Jeanne-Marie Hudson, Andy Martin, Lori Wilde, and Lisa Davis.
also by michael lee west
Gone with a Handsomer Man
about the author
Michael Lee West is the author of seven novels, including Gone with a Handsomer Man, Crazy Ladies, Mad Girls in Love, American Pie, and She Flew the Coop, as well as a food memoir, Consumi
ng Passions. She lives with her husband on a farm in Lebanon, Tennessee, with three bratty Yorkshire terriers, a Chinese crested, and assorted donkeys, chickens, sheep, and African Pygmy goats. Her faithful dog Zap was the inspiration for a character in Mermaids in the Basement. Visit Michael Lee West at www.michaelleewest.com.
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
A TEENY BIT OF TROUBLE. Copyright © 2012 by Michael Lee West. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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The Library of Congress has cataloged the print edition as follows:
West, Michael Lee.
A teeny bit of trouble / Michael Lee West. — 1st ed.
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ISBN 978-0-312-57123-8 (hardcover)
ISBN 978-1-250-01402-3 (e-book)
1. Women cooks—Fiction. 2. Murder—Investigation—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3573.E8244T44 2012
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2011045369
e-ISBN 9781250014023
First Edition: April 2012
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