Take The Monkeys And Run (A Barbara Marr Murder Mystery #1) - Plot & Excerpts
The next thing I knew, I was sitting at my kitchen table wrapped in my warm, red fleece blanket sobbing and wringing my hands. My vision had tunneled, the periphery black. I put my attention on the blurry mug on the table next to me, until the blackness faded and it came into focus. There were voices and I tried to make them out. Colt. Roz. I was disoriented and didn’t remember how I’d gotten there.“Are you okay, sweetie? Barb?” It was Roz’s voice. I looked down. She was kneeling on the floor looking up into my face. “Barb? Do you know where you are?” she asked.I scanned the room. The fog was receding and I became aware of my surroundings. I felt cold and could see steam rising from the mug, so I grabbed it with both hands. Oh, it was so warm. I wanted to warm my insides, too. “Tea?” I asked, inquiring about the contents of the mug. Roz nodded. I pulled it off the table and slowly toward my lips. Still shivering like mad, I could barely drink without spilling. While I sipped haphazardly, the image of my dead cat popped into my mind.“Omigod!
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