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Retta told you about the case on the Leelanau Peninsula. We're looking into the possibility of turning a drug lord's wife into an FBI informant. It seemed odd to me at first, since the woman has been married to the guy for decades, but the agent in charge says she seems to have changed over the last year or so. She's starting a fashion design business, and for the first time ever, appearing in public on her own. He thinks it means she's sick of the thug life. I guess that could be true, but my theory is that in this world of opportunism, the publicity would be a huge help in launching her business. Either way, we're going to attend the retreat where she will do a "mini-reveal" (I know, who cares?) of her new line of clothing for "mature" women.
My comment on that? If your husband doesn't love you with lumps, he never really loved you in the first place.
If you know the Sleuth Sisters, you've met Buddy, Faye's mongrel, and Styx, Retta's Newfoundland. You know Barb has formed a tenuous relationship with a stray cat. Book #2 had some horses join the family, and Book #3 took us to the family farm, where there are reindeer and peafowl. In the 4th Sleuth Sisters book, chickens are an inciting factor--Bet you never heard that in a mystery before! All this brought to mind a question for today's post: If money, space, and other possible drawbacks were somehow taken care of, what animal would you choose to get for a Christmas gift? (to add to the ones you already share space with, of course)
Sleuth Sisters #4 has been a long time coming, and to be honest, it isn't close to being ready. For one thing, it needs a title. The cover artist is booked until mid-February, which is okay, because without a title it would just be ____???_____ A Sleuth Sisters Mystery by Maggie Pill We'll keep the theme of three wooden bars,with a representation of one sister on each. The season is autumn, so I'm guessing she'll choose something orange-ish for the background color, and I suggested purses this time: expensive and highly decorated for Retta, black and business-like for Barb, and a dollar store cheapie for Faye. #4 concerns a lake and the property around it. There's also a flock of chickens in this one, so I've been trying to make chicken allusions ("Is that a chicken joke?" a la Jo Anne Worley for all you old folks). Here's a list, none of which I'm completely in love with. I welcome your input and more suggestions. A C
If you read this blog regularly, you might remember I was worried about our vacation and how Old Cat would react to living in a travel trailer for a few weeks. She's 21, though she wears her age very well, and she hadn't been on many car trips in her lifetime. Because she's so old, we weighed the possibilities carefully. Leave her home with a drop-in sitter? She'd be alone most of the time. Take her to relatives? She'd be just as upset in a strange place as she'd be in a camper. Boarding has never been something she enjoys. In the end we decided she'd come along. If it was traumatic, at least she'd be with Mom and Dad. There's no telling what she thought, of course, but Old Cat did okay. The going-down-the-road part wasn't her favorite, but she accepted it if she could crawl into the pillowcase on the camper bed and stay there until the movement stopped. Since she sleeps all day anyway, that worked well. Once we were set up, she did exactly w