"Well," said Lou Edna, smearing her finger across her glossy lips, "I think we three look like the cat's meow!"
Maury was moving her hips back and forth to watch the fringe on her dress jiggle.
"Do you think this feather makes me look like a chippy?" Hadley asked.
"Without it," Maury said, "you look like a crow."
"Don't you be gettin' stuck on no goon," Lou Edna said to Hadley. "Hobie Stricker might get hinky. Suspicion is a funny thing. Leads to jealousy. Wouldn't do for him to fry because he drilled some egg over you."
"Rode any rattlers, lately?" Lou Edna asked.
"No," said Hadley. "There are no train stations nearby. And I won't go falling for some Roaring Twenties hoodlum. Is that what you used my iPad for? To teach yourself slang?"
"'Course not," said Lou Edna. "You got a gasper?"
"Lou Edna, knock it off. You don't smoke," said Hadley. "I wish I'd picked a half-size larger shoe. My corn is killing me."
"Don't sweat it," said Maury. "Enough giggle water and that corn will be as numb as a stiff with a Micky Finn."
"Stop spitting, and let's get a move on," said Maury. "It's almost midnight."
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Nobody's Fool Y'all
Mystery / ThrillerFly fishing was something that her late husband, Harry Pell, loved to do. When Hadley's friend, Hobie Stricker, invites her to try for the Big One, she only has trout in mind. A dead body brings a lot of unwanted attention and a lot of unanswered qu...
