Southern Gossip: A Complicated Love Story Read Online Free
Author: Tiece
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“What took you so long to get here? You must’ve been up to your old tricks?” Mama Gray questioned with a hoarse cackle as she slowly made her way down the staircase of her modest three story family estate. Marlon was already reclined back on the plush leather sectional with the remote in his hand. He waited patiently for the interrogation to begin, already knowing that he wasn’t caving in no matter how hard she probed him.
Settling on ESPN, he looked over at his loving grandmother as she rounded the corner. She was beautiful at the ripe age of seventy-two. Her smooth, caramel colored skin tone with hardly any wrinkles at all made her look nearly half that age. She had her long, thick hair pulled up in a bun and was wearing an ankle length pink, silk house coat tied in the front. “Well good morning to you too, Mama Gray.” He spoke as she entered the room.
“I heard you riding on that 4-wheeler.” She started as Marlon shook his head. “So, did you stop by the Kent’s residence on your way here?” she asked while making her way around the sectional then sitting down beside him.
Marlon looked over at her almost wanting to laugh. She was relentless in trying to find something out. “And she doesn’t waste any time,” he whispered then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I said good morning, Mama Gray.”
She smiled. “Good morning, baby.” His handsome face always brought her joy. He was her oldest and most responsible grandson of the three. He would stop everything at the drop of a dime to come if she needed him. He’d always take her to her appointments if she needed him to and because of that, plus his charming smile, she adored him immensely. He was her favorite, she’d always tell him. “Baby, would you fix me something to drink.”
He looked at her shaking his head. “I thought you weren’t feeling well.”
“I’m not, but that’ll help me feel better.” She said sounding a bit enthused.
“I should’ve known that you’d say something like that.” He lazily got up to go fix her a drink. Once entering the immaculate, traditional style kitchen, he grabbed a glass out of the cabinet.
“So, what did you say took you so long, Marlon?” Mama Gray nosily asked from the adjoining family room.
“I didn’t say, Mama Gray.” He uttered, ignoring the question already knowing that she was too smart not to know what he’d been up too. “What did you want to drink?”
“You know what I want.” She quickly answered.
Marlon shook his head again as he grabbed the bottle of Bordeaux blended red wine sitting on the granite countertop in front of him. “Mama Gray, you know it’s too early for this.” He stated as he poured her a drink. He then walked back inside the family room, handing her the half filled glass then plopped back down beside her.
Mama Gray frowned at his comment about her drinking. “No, it’s not too early as long as I’ve eaten breakfast.” She said as if she’d made a great point.
“If you say so,” he dryly commented.
Mama Gray sipped her wine then looked back over at her Grandson. “So, did you make a stop at the Kent’s house on your way over here?”
Marlon grinned at his nosey grandmother. “Maybe I did.” Mama Gray smiled. “Or, maybe I didn’t.” He teased.
She strangely looked at him. “Hm,” she said as the lingering sound of the word meant that she’d let it go for now, but it wasn’t over. “So have you spoken to your Father this morning?”
“No ma’am, why?” he asked.
“Well when we spoke on the phone earlier he said that he was headed to the jailhouse.”
“For what?” he questioned.
“Seems your brother got in some trouble last night,” she informed him. “Have you spoken to him yet, your brother? I hope he’s okay.” She stood up. “Let me check the caller ID and make sure he hadn’t called while I was in the
“What took you so long to get here? You must’ve been up to your old tricks?” Mama Gray questioned with a hoarse cackle as she slowly made her way down the staircase of her modest three story family estate. Marlon was already reclined back on the plush leather sectional with the remote in his hand. He waited patiently for the interrogation to begin, already knowing that he wasn’t caving in no matter how hard she probed him.
Settling on ESPN, he looked over at his loving grandmother as she rounded the corner. She was beautiful at the ripe age of seventy-two. Her smooth, caramel colored skin tone with hardly any wrinkles at all made her look nearly half that age. She had her long, thick hair pulled up in a bun and was wearing an ankle length pink, silk house coat tied in the front. “Well good morning to you too, Mama Gray.” He spoke as she entered the room.
“I heard you riding on that 4-wheeler.” She started as Marlon shook his head. “So, did you stop by the Kent’s residence on your way here?” she asked while making her way around the sectional then sitting down beside him.
Marlon looked over at her almost wanting to laugh. She was relentless in trying to find something out. “And she doesn’t waste any time,” he whispered then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “I said good morning, Mama Gray.”
She smiled. “Good morning, baby.” His handsome face always brought her joy. He was her oldest and most responsible grandson of the three. He would stop everything at the drop of a dime to come if she needed him. He’d always take her to her appointments if she needed him to and because of that, plus his charming smile, she adored him immensely. He was her favorite, she’d always tell him. “Baby, would you fix me something to drink.”
He looked at her shaking his head. “I thought you weren’t feeling well.”
“I’m not, but that’ll help me feel better.” She said sounding a bit enthused.
“I should’ve known that you’d say something like that.” He lazily got up to go fix her a drink. Once entering the immaculate, traditional style kitchen, he grabbed a glass out of the cabinet.
“So, what did you say took you so long, Marlon?” Mama Gray nosily asked from the adjoining family room.
“I didn’t say, Mama Gray.” He uttered, ignoring the question already knowing that she was too smart not to know what he’d been up too. “What did you want to drink?”
“You know what I want.” She quickly answered.
Marlon shook his head again as he grabbed the bottle of Bordeaux blended red wine sitting on the granite countertop in front of him. “Mama Gray, you know it’s too early for this.” He stated as he poured her a drink. He then walked back inside the family room, handing her the half filled glass then plopped back down beside her.
Mama Gray frowned at his comment about her drinking. “No, it’s not too early as long as I’ve eaten breakfast.” She said as if she’d made a great point.
“If you say so,” he dryly commented.
Mama Gray sipped her wine then looked back over at her Grandson. “So, did you make a stop at the Kent’s house on your way over here?”
Marlon grinned at his nosey grandmother. “Maybe I did.” Mama Gray smiled. “Or, maybe I didn’t.” He teased.
She strangely looked at him. “Hm,” she said as the lingering sound of the word meant that she’d let it go for now, but it wasn’t over. “So have you spoken to your Father this morning?”
“No ma’am, why?” he asked.
“Well when we spoke on the phone earlier he said that he was headed to the jailhouse.”
“For what?” he questioned.
“Seems your brother got in some trouble last night,” she informed him. “Have you spoken to him yet, your brother? I hope he’s okay.” She stood up. “Let me check the caller ID and make sure he hadn’t called while I was in the
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