Good Grief in Lottawatah

Excerpt from
Good Grief in Lottawatah
Vol 8
Brianna Sullivan Mysteries series

Chapter 1 –
“The Dead Make a lot of Noise.”

Yes, engaged to be married. I know, you never thought I’d make
such a big commitment. Frankly, I’m a bit stunned myself. And before you can
ask, no I’m not pregnant. Cooper proposed to me while I was in the hospital in Tulsa, recovering from a
gunshot wound I received in early November. Granted I was on heavy drugs at the
time and the memory of actually saying yes to his offer of marriage is still a
little fuzzy, but I’m sure this is the right decision. I’m almost positive.

“Brianna? Is that you? Come on back to my office, I’m on
hold with a casket supplier.”

I realized I was standing just inside the Myers Funeral Home,
the door chime still ringing. Today was the first day of my new job. Doc Joseph
Myers, mortician, fisherman, and as needed, coroner was my new boss. I had no
clue what my employment entailed. Of course I’ve spent most of my life without
a clue. I’m Brianna Sullivan and I’m a psychic. And yes, I should have a clue.
And no, that’s psychic spelled with an “ic” not an “o.”

It’s noon now. I’ve been on the job four hours. Okay,
three-and-a-half since I was late. Cooper dropped me off at his friend Denny’s
garage. My vintage Mustang convertible was road worthy–barely. Denny had been
working on the car off-and-on for almost a year. The good citizens of
Lottawatah had finally chipped in and paid my outstanding balance at the garage
as sort of a reward for my actions in finding a missing child or maybe as a
reward for exposing a murderer in their mist. Either way, I was happy to have a
second set of wheels to drive around town. My other mode of transportation is
Matilda, my 30-foot motor home. I love Matilda but I don’t like driving her
around Lottawatah. Right now she’s parked out at Lake Eufaula
and I stay there when I’m not keeping Cooper company at his apartment in town.

Doc Myers, who said he had already made a house call (yes,
that’s what you think it is),  showed me
around the funeral home before he left for his regular Monday lunch at Tiny’s
with his Lodge buddies. I’m not sure which Lodge or even if there really is a
Lodge anymore since I think this lunch has probably been happening since before
I was born.

But back to my job-I was given a nice desk, a chair on rollers
that spins, a phone with two lines, and a desktop computer that I haven’t yet
figured out how to turn on.

Doc told me my title was director of sales and public outreach.
As far as I can tell that means I answer the telephone, take messages, and
serve coffee and Kleenex to family members when they come in to pick out
caskets and make funeral arrangements.

“Good Morning, Myers Funeral Home. How can I help
you?”

“Are you going to the apartment during your lunch hour to
walk Leon?”

“Hello to you too, sweetheart. Is the magic already
gone?”

“Brianna, I’m at the scene of a three-car pileup with a
fuel spill. I don’t have time for magic.”

“Yet you took the time to worry about Leon‘s bladder. I’m touched.” Leon
was the bulldog I had inadvertently inherited. He has a grumpy disposition, a
sensitive digestive tract, a penchant for chewing on leather couches, and I was
devoted to him. Cooper less so.

“Right. Just take care of your dog. I don’t want any more
accidents to clean up,” Cooper said. “And don’t forget to call my
mother and set up a dinner.”

I hadn’t forgotten. I was hoping something would happen to
prevent me making that call. Maybe a natural disaster. Hey, we get a lot of
those in Oklahoma.
Last year there were two ice storms, a blizzard, a flood, three tornadoes, a
drought, and then 60 one-hundred degree days in a row. Just when I thought I’d
experienced all that Oklahoma
had to offer; last month there was an earthquake that knocked down an old brick
tower in the Miner’s Memorial Park, located in the center of Lottawatah. Odds
were that something else would happen if I could just delay making that call.

“Cooper, there’s a lot of static on the line. I didn’t hear
that last part. See you tonight!”

“Brianna, call–”

Okay, yes, I admit it. I hung up on him. He doesn’t understand
that my relationship with his mother is unpredictable. A couple of months ago,
she really hated me. Then hate sort of morphed into grudging tolerance. When I
was in the hospital, she was very kind. I thought we were really bonding. Then
the engagement happened and Sassy Jackson chilled up fast.

“Could I get a moment of your time?”

Startled, I glanced up. The elderly man in front of me was polite,
but not alive.

“Do you have an appointment?” Okay, I knew the answer
to that question before I asked it but really, I was going to have to set some
boundaries or the walk-ins would run me ragged. And of course there was Leon‘s
bladder to consider.

“My viewing is tonight and I wanted to warn you that my
wife and my brother will probably get into a shouting match if you don’t keep
them separated. He thinks she only married me for my money.”

“How long have you been married?” I was guessing he’d
married a younger woman and his family hadn’t approved.

“Fifty years come June,” he answered, sitting down
uninvited on the chair in front of my desk. “But my brother isn’t one to
change his mind. He’s been waiting for Emma to leave me, so he could say I told
you so.”

Fifty years was a long time. I don’t know if I could conceive of
living with Cooper for fifty years. What would we find to talk about after all
that time?

“I’ll make a note for Doc.”

Before I even finished my sentence he was gone.

I grabbed my purse and the set of keys that Doc Myers had given
me. I had an hour for lunch and about a dozen personal errands to run. I didn’t
have to be psychic to understand that having an 8-5 office job was going to
interfere with my normal routine.

Just before I walked out the front door, I stuck my head in the
three viewing rooms and let everyone know that I’d be back by one.

According to Doc, the viewings were generally set from 3 to 7
pm. Doc assured me that he’d handle the after-5 stuff. People in Lottawatah ate
early and liked to be home in front of their television or in bed before it got
dark. So the evening visitors were few and far between.

Today, although it was barely noon, there was already quite a
crowd gathering in one room. I could try to run them off, but these visitors didn’t
pay much attention to clocks, policies, or locked doors.

Not only the living attend funerals.

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