In Dog We Trust (Golden Retriever Mysteries) - Plot & Excerpts
I was carrying the stack out of Blair Hall when I heard two girls talking. “What’s with the whole list thing?” the first girl asked. Frizzy-haired and chunky, she looked like the stereotypical best friend on some eighties sitcom. “It’s like a hobby,” her friend said. She was the pretty one, wearing a form-fitting tank top in black with silver spangles, and white slacks. She looked like she was ready for a night on the town, not a lecture in economics or history. “I keep lists of the guys I’ve slept with, looking for patterns. I’ve got a Matthew, a Mark, a Luke and a John, and when I was on vacation in Florida I even slept with a Jesus, though he pronounced it Hay, Zeus.” “You are nuts, girl,” the best friend said. “Now I’m working on the rest of the apostles.” The pretty girl, whose brown hair was cut and styled like some MTV goddess, started counting on her fingers. “Peter, Andrew, two James, John, Philip, Thomas, and Matthew were pretty easy. I even lucked out and met a British guy at a club in New York whose name was Simon.
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