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didn’t really want to add it back on at one meal. With only fifteen more pounds to go, I had hope of fitting back into clothes I’d saved from the eighties. Why not? Padded shoulders and caftan sleeves will be popular again one day, I’m sure. These styles seem to recycle every few decades. Of course, if the mini-skirt and no bra fashions come back, I’ll have to opt out. Unless I wear the mini-skirt over my chest, innocent spectators could have their eyesight irreparably damaged.
Budgie had just delivered our desserts when Rayna Blue came rushing into the café. She paused, then she saw us and made a beeline for our table. I don’t know how I knew it, but all of a sudden I was certain catastrophe came with her.
Sometimes I really am psychic.
“You’re not going to believe this,” she started out, and I put up my hand palm out to stop her.
“No. Please. I just started my dessert and coffee, and I don’t want to hear anything I won’t believe right now. Can’t it wait until I’ve finished?”
Rayna looked nonplussed for a second, then nodded. “I suppose. But hurry up. I have to get back to the office pretty quick.”
Recently, Rayna had been drafted to help her husband, Robert Rainey, with his business. Rob is an insurance investigator and bail bondsman. It was his job at the last that got him in a predicament a couple months back, but everything worked out and he’s back on the job tracking down people who skipped out on their bond, and investigating insurance claims to keep people honest. Or catch them being dishonest. I admit to being amazed by how many people try to defraud insurance companies, and at their sheer stupidity in concocting wild schemes. It’s the last that intrigues me, since Divas are prone to creating our own wild schemes. Not that we need any new ideas.
Bitty, however, couldn’t wait to hear what Rayna had to say. She continued with her work of cutting our desserts in half to share as she asked, “What on earth is it, Rayna? You look right frazzled.”
Rayna is medium height, slender, and has dark hair she either wears brushing her shoulders or in a ponytail. Today she had it loose around her pretty face. Her denim jeans and long-sleeved cotton blouse had paint smears on them as usual, since Rayna is an artist of some note in our area. She’s also right around our age and one of the founding members of the Dixie Divas group.
“Well, I am frazzled,” said Rayna, and she pulled out a chair from the table to sit down with us. Bitty automatically cut some of the desserts to include her in our feast.
“So tell us what’s happened, for heaven’s sake,” Bitty said, and pushed some pie, butter roll, and a clean fork toward Rayna. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”
When Rayna glanced at me I shrugged. “I don’t care, just as long as it doesn’t interfere with my buttermilk pie and butter roll.”
“ Well ,” began Rayna as she scooted the dessert plate closer, “you know how Rob has had me helping him these last few weeks, tracking down people who skipped out on their bond for whatever reason, while he does his insurance investigations.”
She took a bite of butter roll, briefly closed her eyes in what I could only assume was ecstasy, and then opened them again with a smile to continue. “So when I turned on the police scanner, I heard there’s a guy down in Oxford that’s gone missing. His wife claims he should have been home on Friday night, but he hasn’t shown up. Well, the Oxford police were reluctant to call it a Missing Persons case since he’s only been gone thirty-six hours, but they put out a BOLO for him anyway.”
“What on earth is a BOLO, and why should I care about some husband who’s probably still drunk under a table somewhere?” Bitty wanted to know.
“Be On the Look-Out for,” answered Rayna. She scooped up a bite of pie, and said, “He’s not just some husband, Bitty. He’s very well known in Oxford, and no one has seen him. I
Budgie had just delivered our desserts when Rayna Blue came rushing into the café. She paused, then she saw us and made a beeline for our table. I don’t know how I knew it, but all of a sudden I was certain catastrophe came with her.
Sometimes I really am psychic.
“You’re not going to believe this,” she started out, and I put up my hand palm out to stop her.
“No. Please. I just started my dessert and coffee, and I don’t want to hear anything I won’t believe right now. Can’t it wait until I’ve finished?”
Rayna looked nonplussed for a second, then nodded. “I suppose. But hurry up. I have to get back to the office pretty quick.”
Recently, Rayna had been drafted to help her husband, Robert Rainey, with his business. Rob is an insurance investigator and bail bondsman. It was his job at the last that got him in a predicament a couple months back, but everything worked out and he’s back on the job tracking down people who skipped out on their bond, and investigating insurance claims to keep people honest. Or catch them being dishonest. I admit to being amazed by how many people try to defraud insurance companies, and at their sheer stupidity in concocting wild schemes. It’s the last that intrigues me, since Divas are prone to creating our own wild schemes. Not that we need any new ideas.
Bitty, however, couldn’t wait to hear what Rayna had to say. She continued with her work of cutting our desserts in half to share as she asked, “What on earth is it, Rayna? You look right frazzled.”
Rayna is medium height, slender, and has dark hair she either wears brushing her shoulders or in a ponytail. Today she had it loose around her pretty face. Her denim jeans and long-sleeved cotton blouse had paint smears on them as usual, since Rayna is an artist of some note in our area. She’s also right around our age and one of the founding members of the Dixie Divas group.
“Well, I am frazzled,” said Rayna, and she pulled out a chair from the table to sit down with us. Bitty automatically cut some of the desserts to include her in our feast.
“So tell us what’s happened, for heaven’s sake,” Bitty said, and pushed some pie, butter roll, and a clean fork toward Rayna. “Don’t keep us in suspense.”
When Rayna glanced at me I shrugged. “I don’t care, just as long as it doesn’t interfere with my buttermilk pie and butter roll.”
“ Well ,” began Rayna as she scooted the dessert plate closer, “you know how Rob has had me helping him these last few weeks, tracking down people who skipped out on their bond for whatever reason, while he does his insurance investigations.”
She took a bite of butter roll, briefly closed her eyes in what I could only assume was ecstasy, and then opened them again with a smile to continue. “So when I turned on the police scanner, I heard there’s a guy down in Oxford that’s gone missing. His wife claims he should have been home on Friday night, but he hasn’t shown up. Well, the Oxford police were reluctant to call it a Missing Persons case since he’s only been gone thirty-six hours, but they put out a BOLO for him anyway.”
“What on earth is a BOLO, and why should I care about some husband who’s probably still drunk under a table somewhere?” Bitty wanted to know.
“Be On the Look-Out for,” answered Rayna. She scooped up a bite of pie, and said, “He’s not just some husband, Bitty. He’s very well known in Oxford, and no one has seen him. I
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