Surprisingly, she’d slept well, her exhausted body shutting down her troubled mind for eight blessed hours. Another designer day. Somehow, this morning, she didn’t resent the “as promised by the Chamber of Commerce” weather. The sun was still high enough in the heavens to ...
Mary Frances waved Joe Sajak away. “I may let you into my aerobics class, but I won’t let you into my mind.” Marlene was impressed. Maybe the dancing nun had turned into an ally. If Joe didn’t move, Marlene would shove him into the pool, ruining all those neatly pressed cl...
Kate sighed. She’d never get her other eye done. “You’re a bad boy, Ballou.” The little Westie lowered his head, his ears drooping. Should she give him a time-out? Put him in his cage-bed? Show him who was calling the shots a...
She and Marlene, with Mary Frances serving as a most efficient stock girl, had sold almost two hundred dollars’ worth of those truly ugly bowls, plus a Miriam Haskell pin for another two hundred, within fifteen minutes. Across the aisle, the Jordan mother and daughter team...
I wonder what that is and if it can be manipulated?” Kate didn’t hide her frustration or disappointment. Marlene had parked the car in a nearby garage and, though dejected, they were both starving, and searched along the boulevard for a reasonable restaurant. &...