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think Debbie's got a reason unless she's still mad over Florence not using the diner to cater the factory's shindigs anymore.” Dusting her hands off before taking a drink of soda then continuing. “Florence said that the Hardy's had more class than that. So they started ordering food from a restaurant in Meadows Landing.”
“I knew Florence could be rude but I had no ideal she said something like that to poor Debbie.” She commented feeling bad for her friend.
“That old dragon was about as mean as they come.” Molly assured her with a nod of the head.
Olive called everyone back to the living room to discuss which book they would read for next month. After some deliberation everyone decided that one of the two new members should choose the book for the following month. “Well” Amanda said quietly “I don't have any suggestions.” Looking over at Henry for help.
“I do.” He announced. “The Murder at the Vicarage, by Agatha Christie.” Amanda thought Margaret's eyes were going to pop out of her head.
While Olive clapped her hands together and announced “What a perfect suggestion.” Everyone else agreed that it would be a nice change from their typical romance novels.
Chapter 7
Amanda awoke the next morning with a very heavy weight sitting on her chest. A weight that was purring and staring right in her face. Rubbing her eye with the back of her hand she sighed. “Is this going to be an every morning thing?”
Ghost tilted his head to the side and answered, “Meow.”
“Thought so,” she mumbled. Sitting up he jumped to the floor with a very annoyed look on his face. “I can't spend the whole day in bed.” She commented. “Twinkie should be here any minute.” Another irritated sound came from the large gray tomcat as he jumped upon the chair by the window. She laughed and made her way to the shower.
After a shower she put on a pink t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Quickly blow drying her hair and twisting it into a knot and securing it with a rubber band, She yawned the entire time. Henry, Margaret, and herself spend most of the night going over what they had learned at the book club meeting and tried to make sense of it all. In conclusion, they still had more questions than answers.
Making her way downstairs she could hear Margaret talking on the phone in the kitchen. At the base of the stairs was Twinkie lounging on his back with his paws up in the air. Smiling she stepped over him and said. “Good morning Twinkie, make yourself at home.” At the sound of her voice he jumped up and followed her to the kitchen. Margaret was hanging up the phone as Amanda reached into the cabinet and retrieved a cup and poured herself some coffee.
“Good news!” Margaret announced. “That was the garage. Your grandfather's car is ready.”
“That's great! Me and Twinkie can walk over there and pick it up.” The dog's ears perked up at the mention of his name.
“I can give you directions.” Margaret suggested.
“I can use my phone for directions.”
“It can do that?” Margaret looked surprised.
“Sure can.” Jumping up she kissed Nana on the cheek and grabbed the leash from the counter and headed for the door.
“Don't you want any breakfast?” She questioned.
“I'm good.” Amanda answered on her way out the door.
It took them about twenty minutes to make it to Carson's Car Lot. They would have gotten there faster but Twinkie decided to stop and smell the roses. Literally. Why was beyond her. The roses was nothing but thorny sticks at this time of year. But to Twinkie they were an irresistible treat that couldn't be passed up without thorough investigation. Maybe it was like women and shoes she mused. One thing she was thankful for was that the massive creature didn't try to bolt and drag her through the muddy slush today. She sent up a little thank you prayer to God for that one.
Amanda looked around the lot. There was quite a bit of
“I knew Florence could be rude but I had no ideal she said something like that to poor Debbie.” She commented feeling bad for her friend.
“That old dragon was about as mean as they come.” Molly assured her with a nod of the head.
Olive called everyone back to the living room to discuss which book they would read for next month. After some deliberation everyone decided that one of the two new members should choose the book for the following month. “Well” Amanda said quietly “I don't have any suggestions.” Looking over at Henry for help.
“I do.” He announced. “The Murder at the Vicarage, by Agatha Christie.” Amanda thought Margaret's eyes were going to pop out of her head.
While Olive clapped her hands together and announced “What a perfect suggestion.” Everyone else agreed that it would be a nice change from their typical romance novels.
Chapter 7
Amanda awoke the next morning with a very heavy weight sitting on her chest. A weight that was purring and staring right in her face. Rubbing her eye with the back of her hand she sighed. “Is this going to be an every morning thing?”
Ghost tilted his head to the side and answered, “Meow.”
“Thought so,” she mumbled. Sitting up he jumped to the floor with a very annoyed look on his face. “I can't spend the whole day in bed.” She commented. “Twinkie should be here any minute.” Another irritated sound came from the large gray tomcat as he jumped upon the chair by the window. She laughed and made her way to the shower.
After a shower she put on a pink t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Quickly blow drying her hair and twisting it into a knot and securing it with a rubber band, She yawned the entire time. Henry, Margaret, and herself spend most of the night going over what they had learned at the book club meeting and tried to make sense of it all. In conclusion, they still had more questions than answers.
Making her way downstairs she could hear Margaret talking on the phone in the kitchen. At the base of the stairs was Twinkie lounging on his back with his paws up in the air. Smiling she stepped over him and said. “Good morning Twinkie, make yourself at home.” At the sound of her voice he jumped up and followed her to the kitchen. Margaret was hanging up the phone as Amanda reached into the cabinet and retrieved a cup and poured herself some coffee.
“Good news!” Margaret announced. “That was the garage. Your grandfather's car is ready.”
“That's great! Me and Twinkie can walk over there and pick it up.” The dog's ears perked up at the mention of his name.
“I can give you directions.” Margaret suggested.
“I can use my phone for directions.”
“It can do that?” Margaret looked surprised.
“Sure can.” Jumping up she kissed Nana on the cheek and grabbed the leash from the counter and headed for the door.
“Don't you want any breakfast?” She questioned.
“I'm good.” Amanda answered on her way out the door.
It took them about twenty minutes to make it to Carson's Car Lot. They would have gotten there faster but Twinkie decided to stop and smell the roses. Literally. Why was beyond her. The roses was nothing but thorny sticks at this time of year. But to Twinkie they were an irresistible treat that couldn't be passed up without thorough investigation. Maybe it was like women and shoes she mused. One thing she was thankful for was that the massive creature didn't try to bolt and drag her through the muddy slush today. She sent up a little thank you prayer to God for that one.
Amanda looked around the lot. There was quite a bit of
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