Hannah and George Kilburn are a late middle-aged couple in a small town. They manage to get into some sticky situations involving a large white rabbit and a Gorillagram, a fishing trip that doesn't end well, a funeral with a twist, and a birthday party that doesn't follow script.
Here's an excerpt from the story Keeping Up Appearances.
“She’s probably sitting at a table with friends. Do you find it hot in here?" George tugged at his tie."What’s wrong with the air conditioning?"
"It is awfully hot." Hannah began to squirm. She could feel little rivulets of sweat on her back and as the itch in her midsection began to become just this side of bearable, she realized now why women had stopped wearing girdles all those years ago.
Finally, after the announcement that the air conditioning problem was probably not going to be fixed in the next half hour and with the producing of several large fans to cool the room, Hannah reached her limit. Bev or no Bev she was not going to be a victim of that instrument of torture any longer.
She made her excuses and found herself alone in the Ladies. She tore off the girdle with a long sigh and threw it into her handbag, grateful that she had opted for her large purse instead of the miniscule one she had first chosen. She threw her bag under her chair and went to look for George.
She was stopped by a velvety voice over her left shoulder."Hannah, isn’t it?" She turned to face a complete stranger. "Hi, I’m Tom’s wife. My husband is over there talking to yours." She pointed to George and Tom in a huddle in the far corner.
Hannah’s mouth fell open. Even in her wildest dreams, this thirty-something bombshell wasn’t Bev. "But you’re not…" her voice trailed away.
"Oh, of course, you’re thinking of Tom’s first wife. He told me you and Bev were old friends in school. No, I’m Tammy."
Did Hannah imagine it or did that golden voice linger over the 'old'? As George and Tom joined them at the table, the two men appeared to pick up their friendship where they’d left it in high school.
"I’ll give you our phone numbers and e-mail address," said Tom."Give me yours and we’ll keep in touch. Will you take it down, honey?" This last addressed to Tammy. She pulled out an elegant case and withdrew her Blackberry, entering the information.
Hannah rummaged in her handbag, searching for her notebook and knocked out instead a rolled up bundle of elastic material. She watched in fascinated horror as it reshaped itself on the floor, leaving no mistake as to its original purpose.
A lot of different feelings assailed Hannah in those few moments: horrible embarrassment over her girdle’s coming out party, resentment over all her agony suffered for no good cause, a little sympathy for Bev for her replacement by a trophy wife, a feeling of foolishness for having manipulated herself into this situation, but most of all resentment towards George, because she knew he was going to enjoy this."
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On another front, I have a new cozy mystery due out September 8th. It's a retro mystery set in the late 1950s, titled Ask Me No Questions. Keep tuned for updates, but here's the cover. I love it!