Monday, July 30, 2012

File Under "Ruses, Unsuccessful"

Really, you know, Winnie wasn't fooling a soul.  Despite her claims that she'd bought her new Easter coat at Gimbel's when she was in the city last February, it wasn't hard to put two and two together.  It's not like it was any secret that her cousin Harry owns Fantelli's Venetian Grille over on Elm Street, nor that they'd just three weeks ago switched out their tablecloths.

"She'd better watch out," laughed Nora, secure in her fur-collared splendor and daring hatlessness, "or next she'll turn up wearing the salt and pepper shakers on her hat."

"Actually," she added, pulling a Pall Mall out of her bag, "That might be an improvement."


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    1. Evidently. Either that, or they prescribe strong gin on Medicare. Jx

  2. Bev remained silent as ever, hoping that no one would notice that she had pinned some of her mom's hydrangea to last year's hat. And she prayed no one got too close to her new coat lest they catch the faint lingering scent that she couldn't quite cover up with generous splashes of rose water. It wouldn't be long before Nora forgot Winnie's coat and figured out just what happened to that old horse blanket the Johnson's from next farm over got rid of last month.