Today's the day that The Case of the Meddling Mama is released. Alex can't even go to a dress shop without being "accosted" by well-meaning friends, who try to drum up business for her. Here's a sample.
When two women entered the exclusive
dress shop, Ellie left to greet them while her assistant chivvied me to put on
the shoes. White socks, black strappy heels, and the gorgeous emerald green
bridesmaid dress—I made such a fashion statement as I stood on the platform,
call Vogue.
I so didn’t want to be there,
especially when I recognized one of the women. I’d been the bearer of bad news
to Nora Finley last week—her Mr. Perfect turned out to be a Black Widower. He
and his cohorts had the perfect plan, a plan I thwarted just in time.
“Oh, you’re here,” Nora cried out
when she spotted me and tugged on her companion’s wrist, practically dragging
her over. “Ginnie, this is the PI that saved my life, Alex O’Hara!”
I cringed while heat bloomed in my
cheeks.
Nora looked up at me. “I’ve
been telling Ginnie here that she absolutely must hire you to check out her
boyfriend—she met him on one of those online dating sites.”
Ginnie winced, like she wanted the
floor to open up and swallow her. I knew the feeling. Having so much attention made
me cringe. Meanwhile, Ellie’s assistant told me to stand still while she
crawled around sticking pins in the gown.
“Go on and talk to Alex, Ginnie,”
Nora said. “I’m going to find you the perfect dress for your next date. Ellen
has the best selection in Grand Rapids. Oh, forget that. In the entire state of
Michigan. I always find something here.” She took off across the store.
Poor Ginnie—a deer captured in the
headlights had nothing on her. With her blond hair and fair complexion, her
embarrassment was even more apparent. I figured I’d better do something to
break the awkwardness. With a smile, I leaned over, held out my hand. “Hi, I’m Alex O’Hara, reluctant dress shopper.”
“Ginnie Bakker, also a reluctant
shopper.” She shook my hand and returned my smile. “I like your
dress.”
I preened—didn’t get a chance to do
that very often since elegant clothes were not my normal attire. In fact, I
felt more comfortable in the jeans and T-shirt hanging on hooks in the dressing
room. Give me a good pair of running shoes, and I’m happy.
“The gown is for Ellie’s wedding
next month.” I twirled around and nearly ended up on my face. Pins
scratched my ankles through my socks, and I almost wrenched my ankle—high heels
and I never got along.
“Whoa, are you all right?” Ginnie put out a hand to steady me.
While I laughed, Ellie rushed up to
us. “Is Klutzy Alex at it again?”
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I hope you enjoy The Case of the Meddling Mama.
Do I detect the common ground for friendship? I like them both. :D
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