Mama Does Time: A Mace Bauer Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
She poked herself in the eye and dropped the hamburger in her lap when she saw me in my uniform. Nobody pays attention to the road anymore, Mace. Donnie was right about that. And, on this morning at least, that wasnt a good thing. Mama stood on the walkway in front of her house, tapping her foot and staring at her watch. The color of the day was yellow, from the chiffon scarf around her neck to the sling-back sandals on her feet. Standing in the bright morning sun, she looked like a four-foot-eleven-inch lemon slush. Her white puff of platinum hair could have been a straw, peeking out over the rim of the slushy cup. Teensy was barking, spinning like a circus dog, on the other side of her living room window. Mama turned to blow him a final kiss, and rushed to the car. I thought youd never get here, Mace. I looked at my watch. Mama, its only twenty-five minutes after eight. Im early. Settling into the seat, she glanced again at her wrist. So you are, Mace. Im sorry.
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