her sister had made in marrying Brent? Scarlet wasn’t that easy. Even if some people thought she was.
“Morning,” Scarlet said, pushing a piece of asparagus to the top of the plate in order to make a roof over the family of disgusting eggs. Who in the world ate asparagus for breakfast anyhow?
Rayne grabbed a floral-patterned plate off the buffet and loaded it with asparagus and one piece of toast. Guess that question was answered. Yuck. Rayne sat next to Brent and buttered her whole-grain toast with fresh-churned butter from the farmer’s market. She brushed her husband’s hand. “So have you decided what you are going to do about the library vote?”
Brent took a sip of coffee. “I’m going to publicly oppose it. Harvey Primm is a jackass.”
“Brent,” Rayne warned, glancing at her son. Henry laughed behind his pastry.
“What are you talking about?” Scarlet asked, shoving her plate away. “And why the devil are you mixing goat cheese in with perfectly good eggs?”
Rayne blinked. “Huh?”
“The eggs.” Scarlet waved a fork at her abandoned plate.
“They’re the signature breakfast dish. Organic brown eggs with goat cheese and sautéed baby spinach. Everyone loves them.”
Scarlet shrugged. “Okay. Whatever you say. Do I really need goat-cheese breath in the morning?”
Rayne glanced worriedly at Scarlet’s half-eaten plate. Scarlet shouldn’t have said anything. Her sister would be in the kitchen, trying out a new recipe.
“So what’s Harvey up to now?” Scarlet asked. “Didn’t he already get the liquor laws changed?”
Rayne nodded. “Yeah. Last year. Now we have to buy liquor outside the city limits. In fact, the inn had to obtain a special license to serve champagne and Bloody Marys on Sunday. This time it has to do with a children’s book at the county library.”
Scarlet’s internal radar received a bleep. “A children’s book?”
“Yeah, a children’s book,” Brent said. “He’s hoodwinked the library board into removing it from the shelves.”
“Why?” Scarlet asked.
“Because it deals with witchcraft. No different from Harry Potter or The Chronicles of Narnia, but he’s convinced the book will ‘rip the innocent veil from the children’s eyes.’ Ridiculous.” He snorted and set his fork on the empty plate before him.
“Have you read it?” Scarlet asked Rayne.
“I have,” Henry piped up. He had crumbs on his chin and looked suitably adorable. “The Magpie’s Jewel. It’s really good. There’s this ruby that has a curse trapped in the center of it. And this one wizard dude, well, he gets this, um, scroll thing and reads about the jewel. But then this magpie steals it from the most powerful witch in the world. So these kids have to find the jewel before this crazy dude does or he’ll rule the world.”
Henry paused for dramatic effect. Scarlet wasn’t exactly following the story plot, but he certainly seemed excited about it. “They find it, and find out this bird is really the spirit of their grandmother who was killed by the evil wizard. It’s a really good book. I wish they wouldn’t make them take it out of the library.”
Brent smiled at Henry. It made Scarlet feel uncomfortable because she could see the love in the man’s eyes. Rayne’s words rang in her ears. He loves me…and Henry. Scarlet swallowed her doubt and redirected her attention to Primm and the book in question. “So what is the community saying?”
“They’re split,” Rayne said.
Brent nodded. “Very splintered, and with some throwing religion into the debate, it’s become very polarized with neither contingency giving the other a chance to change minds. It’s been frustrating as an author to see people decide the worth of a book without even bothering to read it.”
Scarlet had nearly forgotten Brent was an author. When Rayne had revealed Brent’s secret career as an author of middle-grade sports books, Scarlet had been as shocked as anyone else who’d met the hunky, all-American former football player. It wasn’t as if she didn’t think him capable. Okay, she hadn’t. So it was a-baseball-bat-against-the-head shocking. “What’s going to happen?”
Brent shrugged. “A few people have talked of staging a peaceful protest in front of the library. I belong to several writers’ loops online and there has been a lot of chatter about the censorship of the book, with some news networks covering it. Surprised me that a small county like ours would receive so much attention. But something about an award-winning children’s book being ripped from the shelves and unavailable to countless children has many people angry and ready to do battle over the issue. And not just in Oak Stand.”
Scarlet had loved a good protest ever since she’d watched Norma Rae on the rented VCR when she was twelve. Something about the spirit of fighting for one’s convictions, of banding together against wrong, made her blood sing. She’d participated in dozens over the past few years. The last one had been over the destruction of historic storefronts in order to build a parking garage. A picture of her, openmouthed, toting a protest sign had made the front page of the city section of the Times. John had obtained the original photo and had it framed for her. Pain struck swift and hard as it always did when she thought of John. She shoved her hurt away and focused on the task at hand.
“Has anyone tried a town-hall meeting? They’ve been pretty successful in many communities when there is serious contention on a subject.”
“I don’t think anyone has thought of it,” Rayne said.
“That’s actually a good idea, Scarlet. Not sure if we have time, though. They’re removing the book this Saturday. I’m sure Harvey will have something dramatic planned.” Brent studied Scarlet. She could sense his thoughts. Maybe this chick has a brain.
Yeah, cowboy, she did.
“I participated in one when they were going to tear down some buildings in the Bronx. Of course, it did little good. Seems parking was more important than Saturday-night bingo. We held a protest, too, but if you could arrange a town-hall meeting, it may help people in Oak Stand see another side of the issue.”
“Do you think we can make that happen? I don’t see a church wanting to get involved, and the library surely won’t encourage something like that.” Rayne shoved another piece of asparagus in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
“A local business place might work if there is room for people to gather,” Scarlet said, turning to the tea at her elbow for morning sustenance. She’d have to scour the kitchen later for something normal to eat.
“I’ll talk to Nellie Darby. She worked at the library several years ago and has been pretty vocal in her opposition. She just had a baby, but I bet she’ll be willing to help. She’s definitely got pull with the mayor.” Brent picked up his plate, dropped a kiss atop his wife’s head and pushed open the breakfast-room door toward the kitchen. “I’ll drop by the Darby ranch later, but first I have work to do. Deadlines don’t care about weddings or town-hall meetings. They wait for no writer.”
“See you later, honey,” Rayne said. Henry managed a wave.
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