Miss Fortune Mystery (ff) - Targed By The Tempest - Plot & Excerpts
Gertie announced as she waltzed into Ida Belle’s kitchen, “how about we take a road trip?”“A road trip?” Ida Belle asked before sticking the black, rat-tail comb back between her teeth. She pulled the last curler out of her hair with her now comb-free fingers and sprayed the strand with hair spray, shaking the can again and again. The curls had to last the rest of the night, and then overnight, right up until church the following morning. Walter had been out of her favorite brand, White Rain, and she’d had to settle on a new brand which she didn’t trust, so she kept spraying until the curls were drenched. “You’re gonna start a fire with that stuff one of these days,” Gertie coughed, blinking ferociously, and waving her hand to clear the air.“Oh please... Don’t be so dramatic,” Ida Belle shook the can again and scowled when the spray died out. “Damn Walter! He better’ve restocked,” she muttered, angrily throwing the comb on the table. She shook her head, closed her eyes and took a deep breath to compose herself.
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