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Our shortest chapter yet (i think) but it sets us up for the grand finale! So R&R!
Disclaimer: Same as before
"Mom?" Cheyenne called as she came down the stairs. "What are you looking at?"
Reba was shocked. She didn't know what to make of what she had seen. "Um… nothing honey," she stammered, "Logan and your father were just leaving."
"Oh," Cheyenne said, visibly confused. "why?"
"They um… had some business to take care of, nothing serious." Reba forced a comforting smile at Cheyenne, trying to reassure her. "Looks like it will be just the six of us tonight."
"Okay mom, if you say so."
After the family had finished their meal, Barbra-Jean stayed behind to help Reba with the dishes.
"Reba, can talk to you about something?" Barbra-Jean asked as she brought in the last of the plates.
"Well, I'd rather you not, but I don't think I have a choice."
Reba's jab seemed to go right over her head. "Lately Brock has been treating me a bit like a maid. What should I do?"
At the mentioning of Brock's name, Reba's head shot up. "I really don't want to talk about Brock right now."
"But Reba!" Barbra-Jean whined as she put her plate into the dishwasher and sat down at the kitchen table. "You're the only one who can help me."
"Just…" Reba paused "tell him how you feel, I'm sure he'll understand."
Barbra-Jean seemed content with the advice she had been given. "all right, we're going to help Van and Cheyenne move some things into their new house tomorrow night, I'll confront him then." She got up and made her way to the door. "You're coming too right?"
"I'm going to the carnival with Logan, but I'll ask him to drop me off there."
"Gosh, how many couches do you guys need in this house?" Brock asked as he helped Van move the fourth couch into his new house.
Van gave Brock an irritated look. "Just shut up and lift old man." He laughed as they placed the couch in the living room.
Reba walked in from the kitchen. "Van, Cheyenne needs your help with some chairs in the kitchen." Van dropped his end of the couch and left to help his wife, and Reba picked it up. "So Brock," she said studying his expression carefully, "what do you think about Logan?"
"He's a," Brock was caught off guard by Reba's question and dropped his end of the couch. It landed on his foot. "son of a…!"
Reba couldn't help but laugh, "That bad, huh? Well you'll be happy to hear that he and I are going out to the carnival this afternoon."
"Oh," said Brock, trying not to look upset.
"Which is why you're on your own with this couch." Reba added, trying to add some humor to the situation. "Tell Cheyenne I'll be around later to help out some more." She picked up her purse from the coat rack by the door and left.
At that moment, Barbra-Jean came up from the basement holding a lamp. When she spotted Brock she took a deep breath and placed the lamp down. "There you are Brock. Listen honey, I think we need to talk.
"So Logan, did you enjoy the carnival?" Reba asked as Logan walked her to the front steps of Van and Cheyenne's house. He had been acting detached all afternoon, and Reba wanted to find out why.
"Yeah, it was uh, fun."
Reba sighed and invited him to come inside and see the house. When they stepped in Reba regretted her decision. Barbra-Jean and Brock were yelling at each other across the living room. The rest of the family had obviously gone somewhere to hide form the noise. Before Reba could interfere, Logan tapped her on the shoulder. He was avoiding her gaze.
"Listen Reba, about a year ago, I met this girl who's son goes to my school. I saw her again recently, and uh… it's not you, it's me, but I think we have to break it off." Neither one of them spoke for a few moments.
"I think you should go now." Reba pointed at the door and Logan obliged.
"You never respected me!" Barbra-Jean shouted at her husband, unaware of Reba's presence. Brock had long since given up on the argument. There was no way he could calm Barbra-jean down now. Barbra-Jean turned and bolted towards the back door, turning before she left. "But I know someone who does.
Brock turned to Reba, and saw that she was holding back tears. As soon as she saw that he was looking at her, she turned and walked out the front door, closing it behind her.
Van peeked out from the kitchen. "Is it over yet?"
Brock realized that he had to choose. He knew that if I followed Barbra-Jean, everything would go back to normal. There was really only one thing he could do. He told Van he'd be right back, and followed Reba out the door.
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