Squire ambled across the street. He liked to feed Aycee a little meat to chew on every now and then.
"Mornin’ Aycee," he said tipping his cap.
"Squire," Aycee responded as Squire came toward him.
"Seen the new preacher yet?" asked Squire.
"Yup." Aycee answered cautiously and waited.
"Whadda you think?" Aycee tossed back.
"I like her. When did you see her?"
"Yestiday, when she come into town."
"Uh huh. She drove a red convertible, of all things. Watched her all the way through town." He saw Squire nod his head as if that seemed feasible.
"Well, of course, I’d met her when she come to interview so I struck up an easy conversation with her last night," Squire boasted. "She’s an interesting lady."
"Can’t tell ya. Sworn to secrecy ya know."
"Well, gotta get the misses some flour. See ya."
Squire moved past Aycee into the store. He hadn’t exactly told the truth but he was only teasing Aycee. It wouldn’t matter. Aycee snuffed his nose and waited.
When Squire came out, Aycee hopped up and grabbing him by the arm half whispered, "Listen here, Squire. If you got news, I’d love to know what ‘tis. Promise I won’t tell a soul."
"Aycee, you know I can’t do that." He pulled away.
"I promise, Squire. I know you know somethin’ about that preacher lady."
"Well, actually Aycee, it ain’t about her. It’s about a letter."
"Letter?" Aycee stood nose to nose with Squire now, his curiosity really aroused.
"Yeah." Squire paused just long enough to whet Aycee’s appetite. "There was a secret letter that David read. Didn’t say who it was from but it was real interestin'." He turned and walked toward his truck.
"A secret letter?" Aycee hop-skipped a few steps to catch up.
"Yup. Now Aycee, that’s all I can tell you." He opened the truck door and set the sack of flour on the seat and closed the door. Aycee grabbed his arm again.
"Come on, Squire, what did the letter say?"
"Who was it from?"
"Can’t tell ya," Squire broke loose and walked around to the driver’s side.
"Squire?" Aycee pleaded looking through the window.
"Nope." He climbed into his truck and looked back at Aycee. "Already told too much," he said and making a U-turn, drove north out of town wondering why he loved to tease people so. Especially Aycee, poor soul. He always seemed so vulnerable.
Aycee watched until Squire was out of sight and trotted across to the Post Office.