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Unfortunately, our standoff came to an unnatural conclusion. On day forty the phone rang at the house, just as I leaving for work. I wouldn’t have answered it, except for the intriguing fact that my caller ID listed the city of Charleston as the calling party. Perhaps—and I’ll be the first to admit that I tend to have an active imagination—Mayor Joseph Riley wanted to invite me to some prestigious shindig. One that would finally get my picture on the society page. ” So it wasn’t the mayor, but a contrite friend.
Well, you were a secretary—” I choked back the rest of my sentence. Secretaries these days need computer skills. All Mama knows about computers is that if you take one apart to dust it, you better know how to put it together again. Otherwise your daughter could get very irritated. Mama held her gloved hands in the air, as if surrendering. In reality, she was preparing to deliver her famous victory speech. “Don’t worry about me, dear. Just go on and do whatever it is you need to do. ” She blinked away a bogus tear.
The reporter,” she said, curling her upper lip, “didn’t want to talk to me at first. Just you. ” “But I warmed them first, which is more than you do for Greg. ” “Ah, yes. Well, she asked if you’d ever worked for Marina Webbfingers. ” “Darling, decorating her bed and breakfast is hardly the same as working for her. ” “Word on the street? ” Mama gasped. “Abby, you know I don’t watch TV. ” I couldn’t have agreed less, but there was no point in arguing. “Word sure gets around fast in Charleston,” I said, shaking my head.