Page 98 of Spur of the Moment
“How much for a bucket load?” I asked the man who’s wrinkles were set deep in the freckled skin of his face.
“Ten dollars,” he stated.
My mom raised her eyebrows. “A bucket load? Why on earth would you need a bucket of huckleberries?”
“No reason. Just like ‘em.” But I knew exactly what I’d do with them.
Reed and I loved playing pranks on Lettie, and this was the perfect one.
The man handed me a tin bucket filled to the rim with huckleberries. I was honestly surprised he actually had a bucket, but maybe people asked for them like this on the regular.
Maybe everyone had a girl back home they loved to annoy.
Or people just liked making pie by the dozens.
Whichever.
The bucket swung from my fingers as we continued on our way to the truck. Once there, I set the bags of snacks in the back and set the bucket at my feet in the passenger seat to ensure it didn’t tip over on the way home.
About twenty minutes later, my mom pulled up in front of the Bronsons’.
“Have fun, sweetie,” my mom said, giving me a smile.
I leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek. “See you tomorrow.”
Grabbing my belongings, I hopped out, making my way up the porch steps as my mom drove off, heading to our ranch next door.
“Thank God, you’re here,” Reed said as he opened the door before I could knock. “They’re driving me up thedamn wall.”
“Lettie one of them?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“When isn’t she?”
I held the bucket of huckleberries up, a smirk on my face. “I’ve got just the thing.”
Reed eyed the contents, a devious look in his eyes. “This’ll be perfect.”
Or royally piss her off. Either way, she’d be fuming, and a red, angry little Lettie was just the way to start off the night.
We headed in, Reed taking the bags of snacks from my hand and laying them out on the table on the back porch. I hid the bucket behind the barbeque grill, making sure I had easy access to it.
As if on cue, Lettie ambled out through the sliding back door wearing jean shorts and a white tank top. She could sense I was here, she always could. Her piercing blue eyes darted to me, then instantly, a frown formed when she saw my smile.
“What are you up to?”
I shrugged. “Just excited for the movie.”
Her frown deepened. “We watch Fast and Furious every Saturday. It’s nothing new.”
She came around the table as Reed was pouring M&M’s into a small bowl, pulling a chair out as she reached for a bag of chips. As soon as she had her back turned to me, I pulled the chair away, replacing it with the bucket. Right as it was in place, she plopped down, but instead of the hard wood cushioning her, it was the huckleberries, rupturing red juice all over her.
“Bailey!” she screamed, instantly grabbing the table to pull herself up.
Her ass was covered, the liquid oozing down her legs. I couldn’t contain my laugh, Reed breaking into a fit snorts and wheezes.
She turned to me, her face the same shade of red as her backside. “I’m going to kill you!”
“Might want to wash yourself off first, Huckleberry. Might slip and fall trying to catch me.”
