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So why am I sitting here at the country club, humiliated, because my platinum Visa card was declined? I can only imagine what those biddies are going to say if word gets out about this. Thankfully, I always carry cash on me, so I could take care of the bill.
“Mrs. Jones, it probably was just a simple mistake.”
I frowned. “I’m sure. I’ll call and get it straightened out.”
The waitress couldn’t even wait for me to get out of earshot. “Girl, what is this world coming to when the Joneses are having financial problems?”
Her friend responded, “That’s just one card. I’m pretty sure she has more where that one came from.”
I pushed my designer shades over my eyes and looked back at both of the women who had jealousy written all over their faces. I flashed my kilowatt smile, that I’d paid my dentist a mint for, and walked out of the country club.
The valet handed me the keys to my jet black Jaguar. The personalized license plates read BossLady.
I drove directly to RJ Jones Funeral Home. The parking lot was empty except for Royce’s and his assistant’s cars. I remember a time when the parking lot stayed full.
“Hi, Mrs. Jones,” Shannon said, when I entered. Shannon was cute, young, and petite. If she wasn’t Royce’s little cousin, she wouldn’t be working in that position.
I didn’t tolerate women outside of the family working in close proximity to my husband. I already had to deal with the women in our town who always found a reason to flaunt themselves around him, so I refused to have to concern myself with any of his employees. That was a promise Royce and I made when I agreed to go along with him taking over his father’s funeral home: no women workers unless they were related. And they had to be related to him; I didn’t trust any of my female relatives. Many would chop off my head to replace me. Family, got to love them.
“Shannon, is my husband busy?” I asked. I had no time for formalities.
“He’s in his office. You want me to ring him?” she asked.
“No need to.” I walked past her and down the hall to Royce’s office.
Royce had his chair turned toward the window so all I could see was his short, black, curly, hair. I can recall many days and nights of running my hands through it. Some of my friends’ husbands looked their age, but not Royce. My husband was as handsome now as he was the day I met him over thirty-something years ago. He was about to turn fifty and could give any twenty-five-year-old a run for his money in the body department.
“Baby, I know you’re there so you might as well say something,” Royce said, right before turning the black leather chair around.
I pulled out my Visa card and threw it on the desk in front of him.
“Tell me why my credit card was denied? And I want to know now.”
I tapped my foot with my hands planted firmly on my hips.
Royce just stared up at me. “Have a seat, Lexi.”
“Not until you tell me what’s going on.” I responded.
“If you take a seat, I will. I need to show you something.” He fumbled on his desk for a folder.
I plopped down in the chair across from his desk. “This better be good.”
“I’ve been meaning to have this talk with you, but it never seems like the right time. Now it seems like I have no choice.”
I waved my finger back and forth in the air. “Yada, yada. Enough of that. Get to the point, and stop beating around the bush.”
Royce looked me directly in my eyes. “Lexi, the funeral home has lost a lot of money, so I have to consolidate things until we get back on our feet financially.”
I blinked a few times, because I knew I didn’t hear what I thought I heard. “Come again?” I asked.
Royce reached for my hand on the desk and held it. “Baby, our money is low so we have to curb our spending.”
I snatched my hands away. “Royce Lee Jones. Are you telling me that we’re broke?”
He stood up, all six feet and one inch of him, and walked around the desk. He got down on bended knee in front of me. “No, baby, we’re not broke.” His voice trailed off and I swore I heard him add, “Yet.”
I couldn’t bear to look at him just then. All I could ask myself was, How could a multimillion dollar company be going broke? All of my hard work, helping him build this funeral home, and he’s talking about we’re broke. “I can’t believe this. When I was in the office every day, money was flowing in. What happened, Royce? What in the world happened?”
Royce tried to get me to look at him, but I refused to. I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms.
“Come on, Lexi. I need you to be understanding about this and work with me.”
I uncrossed my arms. I stared at Royce directly in his eyes. If looks could kill, he would be in one of the coffins he sold. “I understand things perfectly. There’s been mismanagement of funds on your part, and now I have to pay the consequences. Royce, you better handle this situation or else.”
Royce stood up. “Or else what?”
Frustrated, without saying another word, I stood up, grabbed my purse, and dashed out.
“Lexi, don’t do anything drastic.”
I threw my hands up in the air.
“Everything okay?” Shannon asked, as I whisked passed her desk.
“Ask your boss,” I said, as I rushed out of the front door of the funeral home.
I got behind the wheel of my car and closed my eyes, taking in a few deep breaths before exhaling.
The knock on my window brought me out of my tranquil moment. I rolled my window down. “What?” I asked with attitude, yet sounding strangely calm.
Royce answered slowly, “For now, all of the credit cards are frozen except for one. And I have that one.”
I placed the car in reverse and sped out of the parking lot, not caring if I ran over Royce’s foot. I saw him looking at me from my rearview mirror. At that moment, I couldn’t stand the sight of him.
Posted April 27, 2014
From the outside looking in, the Jones family has it all: power, wealth, beauty. But when one scratches the surface, things are not as great as they seem. Royce, the family patriarch, is the owner of a once thriving funeral business. Will his shady business ventures cause him to lose his family’s wealth and prestige in the community? Lexi, his wife of over twenty years, is obsessed with appearances. She will do any and everything to keep her family’s reputation blemish free. Her secrets, however, threaten to derail the marriage she is so proud of. Lovie is the couple’s son. He reluctantly becomes a part of the family business and what he uncovers threatens to tear the family apart. Charity and Hope are the two daughters. Beautiful and self-absorbed, their relationship with their family and each other begins to unravel in the face of tragedy. The Joneses are at a crossroads and their lives are falling apart.
This is the first novel I have read by Shelia Goss and I found it to be very entertaining. Although the characters are very shallow, I did find myself caught up in the drama-filled story of secrets, lies, and the tangled webs woven by the characters. The storyline itself is a bit flat and predictable and the ending sets the story up for a sequel. However, I have had enough of the Joneses and wouldn’t be interested in reading any more about their lives.
Reviewed by: Flashette
Posted February 18, 2014
Everybody wants to keep up with the Joneses...but as Mrs. Lexi Jones so eloquently stated, being a Jones takes some work! The story is told from each member of the Jones Family. First, there's Royce, the Patriarch and owner of RJ Funeral home. He is married to the lovely Lexi...who is a homemaker but is there for Royce in any way she needs him. Then, there's the oldest child...Lovie, an accountant who has his own way to make money outside of the family business. Then, there are the daughters, Charity and Hope. How will they handle it when the family business is suddenly not doing so well? Their parents have been so generous over the years that none of them have ever had to worry about money. Now, Hope will have to stop her frequent out of town trips, spa days and shopping sprees. Lexi will have to stop her trips to the country club and the salon. What will they do?
Well...amidst all of their money woes, we find out that there are some secrets in the Jones family. Well who did what? When did they do it?! Why? Can the family recover? What's it like to be a member of the Jones family? Well grab this book and go on the wild ride. You'll be flipping pages with an urgency that ends abruptly when Shelia gives us a cliffhanger on the last page! WHAT?!!! *faints*
Ah well...tune in...you'll have to see what all goes down with the Joneses then get your mouth ready for what's to come later!
Posted March 13, 2014
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