On October 5 Marv was diagnosed with Stage II esophageal cancer.
On October 25 I took a dive off a curb in Ames, Iowa, and broke my hip.
On November 5 Marv started six weeks of chemo and radiation.
On February 6 (our 35th wedding anniversary) we got the best gift ever - Marv was cancer free.
And 5 used to be my favorite number!
But we are back! Marv is 100% and I'm a little over 90%. So The BOOB Girls are back, too, with book IV: Murder at Meadow Lakes due out in July, and active blogs once again.
Here's the current blog - where we meet the new BOOB girl. The body of Perculator Rassmussen has been carted away. The girls are the only ones in the Meadow Lakes dining room, and Mary Rose has just taken one of her frequent bathroom breaks:
Mary Rose hurried out of the ladies room and scurried across the floor toward Table 12. Just as she reached the table she stopped short. “OMG!” She pointed out the big window that looked over the Meadow Lakes parking lot.
Robbie and Hadley turned in their chairs. Robbie smiled and said, “OMG. Mary Rose is texting her grandchildren way too much.” Then she leaned forward and stared.
Pulling into the parking space between the girls’ gigantic black Hummer and Frieda Grossemouth’s fin-tailed pink Cadillac was the gaudiest Smart Car they had ever seen. It was black and painted all over it were big, bright pink polka dots. Huge white plastic eye lashes loomed unblinking over the headlights.
Mary Rose sat down. They were all turned toward the three cars lined up and facing them, the little Smart Car looking dwarfed between the Cadillac and Hummer.
“That smart car looks like Minnie Mouse with a bad hangover,” Hadley said.
“I think it’s rather sweet,” Mary Rose said with her most motherly smile. “It looks like the Hummer and Caddy had a baby.”.
“A really ugly baby,” Robbie said. “I’m anxious to see the idiot who drives that.“
They could see the idiot’s two basketball-player sized feet reaching for the pavement underneath the driver’s side door. Both feet were encased in plain black walking shoes. Then a red cane tip joinied the feet. Finally, feet and cane were followed by a woman mountain of a female.
Taller than Hadley, who was five-ten, this lady was massive, impassive, impressive and tough; not fat. just big boned, big limbed, BIG. She wore a black pants suit with a red scarf looped around her neck, a neck so short and stubby it was almost non-existent. Her hair was gun-model grey and in short spikes all over her head in what was actually an attractive style for her. She had black-rimmed glasses; a black brief case she carried on a long strap slung over one shoulder and she hung the red cane over one arm like a purses.
“Bling,” Mary Rose said, pointing to the cane.
The red walking stick was a work of art. It was covered with big, different colored fake jewels; red, green, purple, diamond, yellow and white. They could see a huge sparkly ring on the hand nearest the cane. Their heads all turned together as the big woman sauntered down the sidewalk outside the window. then turned and walked through the double doors and into the dining room. Hadley realized they were all holding their breath and blew hers out. She heard Robbie and Mary Rose exhale together in one quick whoosh.
The big woman walked directly toward Table 12, never taking her eyes off the three women seated there. She came to a stop behind the empty chair. Hadley, Robbie and Mary Rose lifted their heads to look up at her. She had on bright red lipstick and her eyes behind her black-rimmed glasses looked determined and in total control. She plopped her cane and briefcase down on the table and dug into the pocket of her black pants. She took a second to look at each of them then tossed a silver badge in a black case onto the table beside the cane. All three BOOB Girls continued to stare at her with their mouths open.
“I’m Marge Aaron, retired homicide detective. I’m on this case, and this is my station now. You’re welcome to stay if you don’t ask too many questions and you don’t try to take over my business.” And with that she walked, caneless and unlimping over to the two men in black who were seated with John the manager. All three men stood up. For a minute Hadley thought they were going to bow.
“Marge Aaron,”Robbie said, looking after the big woman. “Say it fast and it sounds like‘margarine.’”
“Then she’d butter be good!” Mary Rose said.
“I wonder if she spreads easily,” Hadley added.
They laughed, but they made sure it was a quiet laugh .
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