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wouldn't work for Missy and vice versa.
"Uh, I'll find something I haven't worn in awhile..."
"No way, girl! Let me treat you. You never buy yourself new clothes."
Missy sighed. It was true, she rarely bought new clothes because her return rate had reached a staggering new high: probably over fifty percent. It was just so hard to find outfits that were flattering when it came to these curves.
"Come on," Noreen said. "It'll be fun. Live a little."
Missy was too exhausted to put up much of a fight. "Alright, alright." She could always refuse after trying on whatever the getup was tomorrow.
Noreen clapped excitedly. "Finally."
"Finally?"
Noreen gulped her second glass of wine. "Yes, finally. It only took a murder to get you to come out during the week again."
"Funny."
They eventually settled in and got caught up on Flea Market Flip. Normally watching the show gave her plenty of ideas for repurposing and refurbishing old stuff for resale, but tonight Missy could barely stay focused. She kept drifting and thinking about her mother sitting in jail of all places, locked up for the night. It was unbelievable. Outrageous. Mom wouldn't--and these days couldn't-- hurt a fly and Tyler knew that and yet he'd locked her up all the same. That settled things. Tomorrow morning she'd go down there and chew him out in front of his boss, Chief Brody. No way should he get away with this.
But as she thought more about Mom, she wondered why Mom hadn't told her about the phone call from Switzer yesterday morning? Given what she'd learned today of Mom's assault, for lack of a better term, maybe she'd underestimated her mother. Mom could get angry and had been upset enough to physically attack someone else. It made her feel like she didn't really know her own mother, that after all these years putting Mom comfortably into a box, she'd been wrong. But could Mom have killed Switzer? No. Missy was sure of it. It didn't make any sense. Why would she wait twenty years to exact revenge on Switzer, when based on her story it sounded like she really blamed Loretta?
And now that she thought about it, why hadn't Switzer mentioned that he'd talked to Mom when Missy had called him yesterday morning? It seemed like a natural topic that would come up.
She shook her head. It seemed like the whole town knew more about her parents and their falling out with the Switzers than she did.
After their fifth episode of Flea Market Flip, Noreen got up to leave because she had to open the next day. Missy walked her to the door.
"Hang in there, Miss. We'll solve this crime." Noreen gave her a hug and left. Missy waited by the door till she got into her car and drove away. As she did, her headlights shifted and caught Missy's truck. All the stuff was still in her flatbed. She couldn't believe she'd just left it basically sitting out in the driveway since yesterday.
The Tri-County Flea Market was six days away. It was the best venue to sell her stuff. Last year she'd made over four thousand dollars in profit selling about twenty pieces. The money had come in real handy, especially when she later got a letter from the mortgage company telling her this year's payments were going up unexpectedly.
And not to mention that her raise this year had been one percent. The owner of the bookstore, Brett, had explained how they hadn't hit their budget for the year and just last week mentioned they might have to further cut back...Missy really needed to get to this market this year. If she was lucky she could make a couple grand in profit. She was going to need it.
But where would she find the time? Her work schedule was maxed out this week and in her spare time she needed to solve a murder.
She really needed to get started, but she was exhausted. So instead of moving the stuff into her garage, she took out a tarp and covered it in the back of her truck. She fastened the tarp with some rope.
As she was walking back to her house, headlights cut across her lawn and stuck to
"Uh, I'll find something I haven't worn in awhile..."
"No way, girl! Let me treat you. You never buy yourself new clothes."
Missy sighed. It was true, she rarely bought new clothes because her return rate had reached a staggering new high: probably over fifty percent. It was just so hard to find outfits that were flattering when it came to these curves.
"Come on," Noreen said. "It'll be fun. Live a little."
Missy was too exhausted to put up much of a fight. "Alright, alright." She could always refuse after trying on whatever the getup was tomorrow.
Noreen clapped excitedly. "Finally."
"Finally?"
Noreen gulped her second glass of wine. "Yes, finally. It only took a murder to get you to come out during the week again."
"Funny."
They eventually settled in and got caught up on Flea Market Flip. Normally watching the show gave her plenty of ideas for repurposing and refurbishing old stuff for resale, but tonight Missy could barely stay focused. She kept drifting and thinking about her mother sitting in jail of all places, locked up for the night. It was unbelievable. Outrageous. Mom wouldn't--and these days couldn't-- hurt a fly and Tyler knew that and yet he'd locked her up all the same. That settled things. Tomorrow morning she'd go down there and chew him out in front of his boss, Chief Brody. No way should he get away with this.
But as she thought more about Mom, she wondered why Mom hadn't told her about the phone call from Switzer yesterday morning? Given what she'd learned today of Mom's assault, for lack of a better term, maybe she'd underestimated her mother. Mom could get angry and had been upset enough to physically attack someone else. It made her feel like she didn't really know her own mother, that after all these years putting Mom comfortably into a box, she'd been wrong. But could Mom have killed Switzer? No. Missy was sure of it. It didn't make any sense. Why would she wait twenty years to exact revenge on Switzer, when based on her story it sounded like she really blamed Loretta?
And now that she thought about it, why hadn't Switzer mentioned that he'd talked to Mom when Missy had called him yesterday morning? It seemed like a natural topic that would come up.
She shook her head. It seemed like the whole town knew more about her parents and their falling out with the Switzers than she did.
After their fifth episode of Flea Market Flip, Noreen got up to leave because she had to open the next day. Missy walked her to the door.
"Hang in there, Miss. We'll solve this crime." Noreen gave her a hug and left. Missy waited by the door till she got into her car and drove away. As she did, her headlights shifted and caught Missy's truck. All the stuff was still in her flatbed. She couldn't believe she'd just left it basically sitting out in the driveway since yesterday.
The Tri-County Flea Market was six days away. It was the best venue to sell her stuff. Last year she'd made over four thousand dollars in profit selling about twenty pieces. The money had come in real handy, especially when she later got a letter from the mortgage company telling her this year's payments were going up unexpectedly.
And not to mention that her raise this year had been one percent. The owner of the bookstore, Brett, had explained how they hadn't hit their budget for the year and just last week mentioned they might have to further cut back...Missy really needed to get to this market this year. If she was lucky she could make a couple grand in profit. She was going to need it.
But where would she find the time? Her work schedule was maxed out this week and in her spare time she needed to solve a murder.
She really needed to get started, but she was exhausted. So instead of moving the stuff into her garage, she took out a tarp and covered it in the back of her truck. She fastened the tarp with some rope.
As she was walking back to her house, headlights cut across her lawn and stuck to
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