Dead Before The Wedding: A Carly Keene Cozy Mystery (Carly Keene Cozy Mysteries Book 1) by Ruby Blaylock Page B
Authors: Ruby Blaylock
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the subject, because buddha boy didn’t look like he could stay calm and quiet for long.
“It’s about my money. I paid you a huge deposit for my wedding photos, and now I won’t be needing them, but I will need my money. After all, I have so many costs to cover, what with the funeral and all. And I’m going to need that deposit back on the cake, too.”
“Well, I’ll be happy to get you the deposit for the photos. I was just going to drop it into the bank for you, but I can just write you a check right now.” Carly was glad to at least have that errand off her to do list.
“I’d prefer cash.” Mona put her hands on her sizeable hips and explained, “I have to go out of town to take care of some of Larry’s business, god rest his soul, and I didn’t want to have to fool with cashing a check.”
Carly glanced at Tucker, whose expression clearly stated that he didn’t believe Mona’s audacity any more than Carly did. “I guess I can run over to the bank and cash a check,” Carly offered, “but it’ll be a few minutes before I can leave.”
Mona was about to say something when the sound of little feet running on the floor distracted her. Tyler came barreling into the lobby, grinning from ear to ear. “I cooked! I did mixing!” Shell followed behind, laughing.
“I let him push the button on the big old stand mixer back there. He got such a kick out of it…” Her laughter trailed off when she saw Mona, and she stopped just behind the counter.
Mona just glanced at Tyler at first, but when Tyler called out to his uncle, recognition flared in her eyes. “What on earth are you doing with that woman’s brat?” She probably meant for this to come out in a roar, but her face was contorted with anger, and it seemed to be choking her. She took a deep breath, and spun around towards Carly. “I’ll bet you think this is funny, don’t you? That little brat is nothing but a painful reminder to me, but you wouldn’t care, would you?”
For half a second, Carly wanted to feel pity for Mona. But just then, Tyler walked over to Carly and tugged on her arm. He whispered something, and pointed to the keychain hanging from Mona’s purse. Carly leaned in to listen to him, and she was just able to make out the words “Can I” from his little whispers.
“Can you what, sweetheart?” Carly was blatantly ignoring Mona’s fiery stare, and Tyler reached up again, pointing at Mona’s keychain, which was glittery and sparkly, perfectly attractive to little kids and trashy women.
What happened next happened so quickly, Carly barely had time to think about it. As Tyler’s little arm hung pointing in the air, Mona snatched her bag violently off the countertop, clutching it towards her ample bosom and spilling half the contents onto the floor in the process.
“Will somebody get this little brat out of here? Look what he made me do!” Mona was making a big show of her predicament, and Tyler looked like he was about to cry.
Hugging Tyler defensively, Carly chided, “Mona Durham, don’t you yell at this baby! Look, I can help you pick this up…” Carly nudged Tyler towards Tucker, who looked like he was ready to blow a gasket. Carly shook her head in an exaggerated NO , and turned back to Mona, who was frantically grabbing at the things that had fallen out of her purse.
“You just leave my stuff alone, Carly! I don’t need you sticking your nose into my personal belongings like you stuck your nose into Larry’s!”
Carly stopped with her hand hovering over a tube of lipstick that had landed by her foot. She looked Mona dead in the eye, and questioned her. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Mona dropped a pack of gum and a tube of mascara back into her cavernous purse, and snarled, “I’m just saying it’s pretty strange you went to Larry’s that morning. I mean, what were you planning on doing when you got there, huh? Maybe you were
“It’s about my money. I paid you a huge deposit for my wedding photos, and now I won’t be needing them, but I will need my money. After all, I have so many costs to cover, what with the funeral and all. And I’m going to need that deposit back on the cake, too.”
“Well, I’ll be happy to get you the deposit for the photos. I was just going to drop it into the bank for you, but I can just write you a check right now.” Carly was glad to at least have that errand off her to do list.
“I’d prefer cash.” Mona put her hands on her sizeable hips and explained, “I have to go out of town to take care of some of Larry’s business, god rest his soul, and I didn’t want to have to fool with cashing a check.”
Carly glanced at Tucker, whose expression clearly stated that he didn’t believe Mona’s audacity any more than Carly did. “I guess I can run over to the bank and cash a check,” Carly offered, “but it’ll be a few minutes before I can leave.”
Mona was about to say something when the sound of little feet running on the floor distracted her. Tyler came barreling into the lobby, grinning from ear to ear. “I cooked! I did mixing!” Shell followed behind, laughing.
“I let him push the button on the big old stand mixer back there. He got such a kick out of it…” Her laughter trailed off when she saw Mona, and she stopped just behind the counter.
Mona just glanced at Tyler at first, but when Tyler called out to his uncle, recognition flared in her eyes. “What on earth are you doing with that woman’s brat?” She probably meant for this to come out in a roar, but her face was contorted with anger, and it seemed to be choking her. She took a deep breath, and spun around towards Carly. “I’ll bet you think this is funny, don’t you? That little brat is nothing but a painful reminder to me, but you wouldn’t care, would you?”
For half a second, Carly wanted to feel pity for Mona. But just then, Tyler walked over to Carly and tugged on her arm. He whispered something, and pointed to the keychain hanging from Mona’s purse. Carly leaned in to listen to him, and she was just able to make out the words “Can I” from his little whispers.
“Can you what, sweetheart?” Carly was blatantly ignoring Mona’s fiery stare, and Tyler reached up again, pointing at Mona’s keychain, which was glittery and sparkly, perfectly attractive to little kids and trashy women.
What happened next happened so quickly, Carly barely had time to think about it. As Tyler’s little arm hung pointing in the air, Mona snatched her bag violently off the countertop, clutching it towards her ample bosom and spilling half the contents onto the floor in the process.
“Will somebody get this little brat out of here? Look what he made me do!” Mona was making a big show of her predicament, and Tyler looked like he was about to cry.
Hugging Tyler defensively, Carly chided, “Mona Durham, don’t you yell at this baby! Look, I can help you pick this up…” Carly nudged Tyler towards Tucker, who looked like he was ready to blow a gasket. Carly shook her head in an exaggerated NO , and turned back to Mona, who was frantically grabbing at the things that had fallen out of her purse.
“You just leave my stuff alone, Carly! I don’t need you sticking your nose into my personal belongings like you stuck your nose into Larry’s!”
Carly stopped with her hand hovering over a tube of lipstick that had landed by her foot. She looked Mona dead in the eye, and questioned her. “What is that supposed to mean?”
Mona dropped a pack of gum and a tube of mascara back into her cavernous purse, and snarled, “I’m just saying it’s pretty strange you went to Larry’s that morning. I mean, what were you planning on doing when you got there, huh? Maybe you were
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