Dear Mystery Guy (Magnolia Sisters Book 1) by Brenda Barrett Page A
Authors: Brenda Barrett
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she was warning us to be careful of people, no matter how they looked.
It doesn't make any sense that I warn you anyway, because you'll never get this note. You'll probably marry Josephine and live happily ever after.
As I said, I am a jealous cow. I actually loved listening to the gossip about her. I can imagine Matron looking at me now with a forbidding expression.
But seriously, after the initial joy I felt kind of bad for you. Josephine could mess up your life but I am sure you know how to take care of yourself. I hope you do because I never want to see you unhappy.
*****
"What are you doing for Valentine's?" Brigid was pushing her food around in her plate sullenly. The four of them were on Mr. Baron's back patio. It was Friday. Hazel had invited them over. Apparently Mr. Baron did not care who came over and at what time now that Hazel was his wife.
"Me?" Caitlin looked at Brigid quizzically. "You are asking me, the single and very much not interested in anybody person?"
"No, not you," Brigid smirked. "I was talking to the two other people around this table that don't have a potential dream guy floating around in the world who will find them and marry them because they got a dream that it was so."
Hazel laughed when Caitlin stuck her tongue out at Brigid.
"You two, haven't you gotten the memo? We are all adults in our twenties. Not nine years old in an orphanage."
Brigid shrugged. "So what are you doing, Della?"
Della pointed to herself and rolled her eyes. "Nothing of consequence. It's just another day."
"My mother wants me to do a gig for the day," Brigid said hurriedly, "just for the day."
The rest of the girls turned to her with various expressions of protest.
"She wants me to escort an old guy to a function. It's totally above-board. No dancing, nudity or sex involved, and the old man is impotent."
"Don't do it," Caitlin said on a sigh. "I wish you didn't live with her. She is slowly wearing you down, isn't she? Turning you into her."
"No, she's not! I don't know if I should be offended at that statement, Caitlin. She can't turn me into her. I am not like Sonia, nor will I ever be a drug-taking ex-prostitute like her. And what I am doing is almost the same as what Hazel did. Hazel married an old guy; I am just dating one for money.
"Anyway, I have hardly two dimes to rub together for this semester. Sonia said if I did four gigs like this she would pay my school fees for the whole semester and the past semester and this summer. You know I need to graduate."
Hazel sighed. "I will soon be able to help. I only get a stipend for household expenses and other house-related expenses. I could cut some corners and help you in four or five months."
"That would be too late," Brigid said. "Exams are in three months. If I don't pay up by then, I will be kicked out of the program, and I really can't expect you to short-change the old man of his creature comforts to help me."
"When exactly will you be truly rich, Hazel?" Caitlin asked, grinning.
"Shut it," Hazel whispered. "I am on trial. If I act like a greedy person, like his children, I'll get booted. So I am silently biding my time to morph into the lady of the manor. And when I have proven that I am a trustworthy person, then and only then will Mr. Baron loosen the purse strings."
"What's his first name?" Brigid whispered. "I think it is odd that we either call him Mr. Baron or the old man."
"John," Hazel whispered back and then laughed out loud. "He is partially deaf; he can't hear a word. There is no need to whisper."
"So why'd you have us whispering?" Brigid asked out loud and cut her eyes at Hazel.
"I found it funny." Hazel wiped her eyes, "I don't get many laughs these days. Anyway, I invited you guys this evening to announce that you can all live together again. Baron has this two-bedroom apartment in the Golden Triangle that is available.
"He was renting it to an expat couple. They are returning to Australia and he doesn't want to rent
It doesn't make any sense that I warn you anyway, because you'll never get this note. You'll probably marry Josephine and live happily ever after.
As I said, I am a jealous cow. I actually loved listening to the gossip about her. I can imagine Matron looking at me now with a forbidding expression.
But seriously, after the initial joy I felt kind of bad for you. Josephine could mess up your life but I am sure you know how to take care of yourself. I hope you do because I never want to see you unhappy.
*****
"What are you doing for Valentine's?" Brigid was pushing her food around in her plate sullenly. The four of them were on Mr. Baron's back patio. It was Friday. Hazel had invited them over. Apparently Mr. Baron did not care who came over and at what time now that Hazel was his wife.
"Me?" Caitlin looked at Brigid quizzically. "You are asking me, the single and very much not interested in anybody person?"
"No, not you," Brigid smirked. "I was talking to the two other people around this table that don't have a potential dream guy floating around in the world who will find them and marry them because they got a dream that it was so."
Hazel laughed when Caitlin stuck her tongue out at Brigid.
"You two, haven't you gotten the memo? We are all adults in our twenties. Not nine years old in an orphanage."
Brigid shrugged. "So what are you doing, Della?"
Della pointed to herself and rolled her eyes. "Nothing of consequence. It's just another day."
"My mother wants me to do a gig for the day," Brigid said hurriedly, "just for the day."
The rest of the girls turned to her with various expressions of protest.
"She wants me to escort an old guy to a function. It's totally above-board. No dancing, nudity or sex involved, and the old man is impotent."
"Don't do it," Caitlin said on a sigh. "I wish you didn't live with her. She is slowly wearing you down, isn't she? Turning you into her."
"No, she's not! I don't know if I should be offended at that statement, Caitlin. She can't turn me into her. I am not like Sonia, nor will I ever be a drug-taking ex-prostitute like her. And what I am doing is almost the same as what Hazel did. Hazel married an old guy; I am just dating one for money.
"Anyway, I have hardly two dimes to rub together for this semester. Sonia said if I did four gigs like this she would pay my school fees for the whole semester and the past semester and this summer. You know I need to graduate."
Hazel sighed. "I will soon be able to help. I only get a stipend for household expenses and other house-related expenses. I could cut some corners and help you in four or five months."
"That would be too late," Brigid said. "Exams are in three months. If I don't pay up by then, I will be kicked out of the program, and I really can't expect you to short-change the old man of his creature comforts to help me."
"When exactly will you be truly rich, Hazel?" Caitlin asked, grinning.
"Shut it," Hazel whispered. "I am on trial. If I act like a greedy person, like his children, I'll get booted. So I am silently biding my time to morph into the lady of the manor. And when I have proven that I am a trustworthy person, then and only then will Mr. Baron loosen the purse strings."
"What's his first name?" Brigid whispered. "I think it is odd that we either call him Mr. Baron or the old man."
"John," Hazel whispered back and then laughed out loud. "He is partially deaf; he can't hear a word. There is no need to whisper."
"So why'd you have us whispering?" Brigid asked out loud and cut her eyes at Hazel.
"I found it funny." Hazel wiped her eyes, "I don't get many laughs these days. Anyway, I invited you guys this evening to announce that you can all live together again. Baron has this two-bedroom apartment in the Golden Triangle that is available.
"He was renting it to an expat couple. They are returning to Australia and he doesn't want to rent
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