Read Online Angel Food and Devil Dogs by Liz Bradbury - Free Book Online
Authors: Liz Bradbury
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Mystery, Gay & Lesbian, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Lesbian
Ads: Link
Knightbridge always seems to perceive things. She's nice, but she can be uncanny. Georgia Smith is kind of odd. I think she takes her job very seriously and does it well, but she's so naive about life!"
"Explain," I said.
Farrel ran her fingers through her short gray-blond hair thinking, then said, "She's a good person and all, but I think Georgia wants to be perceptive like Amanda Knightbridge. Georgia thinks you get that way by being all new age and mystical. She goes on vision quests and fasts and meditation retreats. Her current husband Adam seems like a nice guy but I think Georgia wants a Svengali. She's looking for the answer. "
"What's the question?" I asked half humorously.
"Georgia doesn't have a clue. Enlightenment could bitch slap her in the face and she wouldn't recognize it."
I told them about meeting Kathryn Anthony.
"I've met her at the college. She's really something, isn't she? Kind of electric, and that voice! Do you think she's gay?" Farrel asked.
"I was going to ask you."
"Why don't you ask her?" said Jessie intelligently. "What does she look like?" We described her and Jessie said, "I think I've seen her in the neighborhood, she might live in one of the apartment houses, the Hampshire or Dakota."
"Let's google her," Farrel said.
I got my laptop, plugged it in and searched her name. "Lots of women's studies stuff... and work on gay and lesbian history in one of her on-line bios... seems promising."
Jessie said, "Why don't you just ask her?"
Farrel and I scanned the list of articles, then Farrel turned to me and said, "You could always ask her."
Jessie slapped her forehead, "I just said that twice!" Then she muttered, "Nobody listens to me."
"Because it's more fun to sleuth," I said yawning. "Hey, don't you have to go to a show in North Carolina sometime soon?" It was only 9:00 PM but I was suddenly very tired.
"We were packing when you called," said Jessie. "It opens Wednesday."
I shook sense into my head, "Wednesday's tomorrow! When are you leaving?"
"Well, you called..." said Farrel.
"Oh my God, you have to go now!" I looked at my watch, "You'll have to drive all night!" Like many antique dealers, Farrel and Jessie just did high volume shows. They packed up their stuff, set it up at a show for a few days, sold stuff, bought stuff and then packed it all back up and came home. Sometimes the shows fit in between Farrel's classes. Sometimes Jesse did the shows on her own.
They reminded me that Cora Martin, their elderly next-door neighbor, would be looking after their black cats Griswold and Wagner, but I'd have to shovel their walk if it snowed. Cora was also an antique dealer, but usually did different shows. They often took turns watching each other's pets. Cora had a yippy little dog named Cynthia.
I thanked Farrel and Jessie profusely. Before they left, Farrel took me by the shoulders and said very seriously, "Are you sure you're all right?" Farrel is ten years older than I am and Jessie is almost 20 years older. I consider them part of my family, they feel that way too.
"Yeah, I'm OK, thanks," I said hugging them both.
A few minutes after they left, the phone rang. It was Sara.
"Are you all right? Do you want me to come over? Were you hurt?" she asked.
"I'm OK, but I was right there. I'm a hero. I saved people... but now I'm totally tired." I yawned again wanting to hang-up, but Sara made me tell her the whole story.
"Maggie this all sounds very creepy. Do you think Carl was murdered?"
I said yawning again, "Maybe... that's what I'm supposed to find out..." I yawned again, even bigger this time, I was crashing. " Look, would you call Rosa and Emma and tell them I'm OK?" (Our sister Rosa is a court reporter, she'd be hearing about the whole thing in no time from people at the courthouse.) "I really am very tired and I don't feel that great. Don't tell her all about the case though. Should we call Mom?"
"Mom's in Thailand..." said Sara conversationally.
"Mom's in Thailand!?!"
"Explain," I said.
Farrel ran her fingers through her short gray-blond hair thinking, then said, "She's a good person and all, but I think Georgia wants to be perceptive like Amanda Knightbridge. Georgia thinks you get that way by being all new age and mystical. She goes on vision quests and fasts and meditation retreats. Her current husband Adam seems like a nice guy but I think Georgia wants a Svengali. She's looking for the answer. "
"What's the question?" I asked half humorously.
"Georgia doesn't have a clue. Enlightenment could bitch slap her in the face and she wouldn't recognize it."
I told them about meeting Kathryn Anthony.
"I've met her at the college. She's really something, isn't she? Kind of electric, and that voice! Do you think she's gay?" Farrel asked.
"I was going to ask you."
"Why don't you ask her?" said Jessie intelligently. "What does she look like?" We described her and Jessie said, "I think I've seen her in the neighborhood, she might live in one of the apartment houses, the Hampshire or Dakota."
"Let's google her," Farrel said.
I got my laptop, plugged it in and searched her name. "Lots of women's studies stuff... and work on gay and lesbian history in one of her on-line bios... seems promising."
Jessie said, "Why don't you just ask her?"
Farrel and I scanned the list of articles, then Farrel turned to me and said, "You could always ask her."
Jessie slapped her forehead, "I just said that twice!" Then she muttered, "Nobody listens to me."
"Because it's more fun to sleuth," I said yawning. "Hey, don't you have to go to a show in North Carolina sometime soon?" It was only 9:00 PM but I was suddenly very tired.
"We were packing when you called," said Jessie. "It opens Wednesday."
I shook sense into my head, "Wednesday's tomorrow! When are you leaving?"
"Well, you called..." said Farrel.
"Oh my God, you have to go now!" I looked at my watch, "You'll have to drive all night!" Like many antique dealers, Farrel and Jessie just did high volume shows. They packed up their stuff, set it up at a show for a few days, sold stuff, bought stuff and then packed it all back up and came home. Sometimes the shows fit in between Farrel's classes. Sometimes Jesse did the shows on her own.
They reminded me that Cora Martin, their elderly next-door neighbor, would be looking after their black cats Griswold and Wagner, but I'd have to shovel their walk if it snowed. Cora was also an antique dealer, but usually did different shows. They often took turns watching each other's pets. Cora had a yippy little dog named Cynthia.
I thanked Farrel and Jessie profusely. Before they left, Farrel took me by the shoulders and said very seriously, "Are you sure you're all right?" Farrel is ten years older than I am and Jessie is almost 20 years older. I consider them part of my family, they feel that way too.
"Yeah, I'm OK, thanks," I said hugging them both.
A few minutes after they left, the phone rang. It was Sara.
"Are you all right? Do you want me to come over? Were you hurt?" she asked.
"I'm OK, but I was right there. I'm a hero. I saved people... but now I'm totally tired." I yawned again wanting to hang-up, but Sara made me tell her the whole story.
"Maggie this all sounds very creepy. Do you think Carl was murdered?"
I said yawning again, "Maybe... that's what I'm supposed to find out..." I yawned again, even bigger this time, I was crashing. " Look, would you call Rosa and Emma and tell them I'm OK?" (Our sister Rosa is a court reporter, she'd be hearing about the whole thing in no time from people at the courthouse.) "I really am very tired and I don't feel that great. Don't tell her all about the case though. Should we call Mom?"
"Mom's in Thailand..." said Sara conversationally.
"Mom's in Thailand!?!"
Similar Books
