Borrowed Crime: A Bookmobile Cat Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
Rafe and I had regular bargaining sessions regarding exchanges of labor, and last summer I’d agreed to set up recommendations for an after-school reading program if he did the electrical repair of my houseboat. As often seemed to happen, I was still working on his project when he was long done with mine. Whenever I mentioned this fact, he’d give me a white-toothed grin, say he was just more efficient than I was, and that maybe I should take some lessons from him. “As if,” I muttered, trying to free a hand to open the school’s door. Efficiency lessons from Rafe would be about like etiquette lessons from Eddie. The secretary’s desk was empty, so I wandered unannounced through the maze of small offices. “Eddie etiquette lessons would all be about what to do with my tail,” I muttered, plopping the box on Rafe’s desk. “When did you get a tail?” Rafe, looking almost professional in a buttoned shirt and dress pants, craned his neck, trying to look around to my backside.
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