ran into the house and returned with a cream-colored envelope. “This is an invitation I received three weeks ago to a gala at the Four Seasons this weekend. All you need to get in is this invitation, which you present at the door. Annie has one, too. I’m sure with very little effort Charles can come up with some extra, and we can all go. Tell me, is that brilliant or what?”
“What’s it for, and how do you know Lincoln Moss will be there?” Isabelle asked.
“It’s for children with disabilities, a pet project of the First Lady. I saw the guest list in the paper this morning, and Lincoln Moss’s name was on it. Annie agreed to buy a table for ten. I’m not sure if the committee will send six additional invitations or exactly how that will work, so we’ll have Charles work some magic just to be on the safe side.”
“Oh, Myra, that’s a great idea,” Nikki said, as she bit into a crunchy celery stick. “We can pepper him with questions about his wife and watch him lie. I bet you five dollars he’s going to want his picture taken with the Countess de Silva!”
“And of course, the countess will demur and make him work for the picture. I think it’s doable. It pays to brainstorm. Now, doesn’t it?” Myra laughed.
“Will you wear your tiara, Annie?” Isabelle asked. “And your cowgirl boots?”
“We can vote on my attire later, dear. Now, let’s work out a plan.”
Chapter 8
N ikki and Kathryn arrived at Pinewood at almost the same moment, Nikki riding a motor scooter across the field and Kathryn in her MINI Cooper with the top down. They looked at each other and at the exact same moment said the exact same words, “We missed something.”
“I was up all night, couldn’t sleep, and believe it or not, it wasn’t my leg bothering me. We missed something, Nikki. Sure as shooting we did.”
“I know, I know. I couldn’t sleep either, and it had nothing to do with Jack’s being gone. It wasn’t Goodwin, I think he leveled with us yesterday. That only leaves . . .”
“Pam Warren!” Kathryn snarled. “Five bucks says that skunk Lincoln Moss got to her. We need to go there right now. Hop in, girl!”
Myra and Annie appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Where are you two going? You just got here!”
“I screwed up!” Kathryn shouted. “We’re on our way to fix it! We’ll be back as soon as we can get here!” In the blink of an eye, she had the MINI whipped around and was blasting out of the gate, tires smoking on the little compact car.
“What do you think that was all about?” Annie asked.
“Kathryn screwed up,” Myra said, shrugging her shoulders. “The only place she went yesterday was to the tabloid paper. At least as far as I know. They said they got what they went after, so I don’t have a clue what Kathryn was talking about or what she meant about screwing up. If they’re going back there, then it’s obvious something has happened there since yesterday and that Kathryn is involved. We’ll just have to be patient and wait till they get back for the details.”
“I just hate being on hold,” Annie grumbled. “What are we going to do now, Myra? Everyone is out doing something, and here we sit.”
“I thought we were picking out our outfits for the gala this weekend. You’re the one who said we needed to knock everyone’s socks off with our outfits. So, since time is of the essence, we had best get back to work.”
“That is so humdrum. We need to be where the action is. Think, Myra, what can we do?”
“By do, do you mean like visit Nellie and Elias or possibly pestering Pearl? Define the word do, Annie.”
“That’s the problem, Myra. I don’t know. All the bases seem to be covered at the moment. We are at this point in time at ground zero and empty-handed. Unless you have some ideas.”
“Let’s have some coffee. We think better with coffee. Charles can pick our outfits. For some reason, he has good fashion sense, and no, Annie, I have never figured
“What’s it for, and how do you know Lincoln Moss will be there?” Isabelle asked.
“It’s for children with disabilities, a pet project of the First Lady. I saw the guest list in the paper this morning, and Lincoln Moss’s name was on it. Annie agreed to buy a table for ten. I’m not sure if the committee will send six additional invitations or exactly how that will work, so we’ll have Charles work some magic just to be on the safe side.”
“Oh, Myra, that’s a great idea,” Nikki said, as she bit into a crunchy celery stick. “We can pepper him with questions about his wife and watch him lie. I bet you five dollars he’s going to want his picture taken with the Countess de Silva!”
“And of course, the countess will demur and make him work for the picture. I think it’s doable. It pays to brainstorm. Now, doesn’t it?” Myra laughed.
“Will you wear your tiara, Annie?” Isabelle asked. “And your cowgirl boots?”
“We can vote on my attire later, dear. Now, let’s work out a plan.”
Chapter 8
N ikki and Kathryn arrived at Pinewood at almost the same moment, Nikki riding a motor scooter across the field and Kathryn in her MINI Cooper with the top down. They looked at each other and at the exact same moment said the exact same words, “We missed something.”
“I was up all night, couldn’t sleep, and believe it or not, it wasn’t my leg bothering me. We missed something, Nikki. Sure as shooting we did.”
“I know, I know. I couldn’t sleep either, and it had nothing to do with Jack’s being gone. It wasn’t Goodwin, I think he leveled with us yesterday. That only leaves . . .”
“Pam Warren!” Kathryn snarled. “Five bucks says that skunk Lincoln Moss got to her. We need to go there right now. Hop in, girl!”
Myra and Annie appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Where are you two going? You just got here!”
“I screwed up!” Kathryn shouted. “We’re on our way to fix it! We’ll be back as soon as we can get here!” In the blink of an eye, she had the MINI whipped around and was blasting out of the gate, tires smoking on the little compact car.
“What do you think that was all about?” Annie asked.
“Kathryn screwed up,” Myra said, shrugging her shoulders. “The only place she went yesterday was to the tabloid paper. At least as far as I know. They said they got what they went after, so I don’t have a clue what Kathryn was talking about or what she meant about screwing up. If they’re going back there, then it’s obvious something has happened there since yesterday and that Kathryn is involved. We’ll just have to be patient and wait till they get back for the details.”
“I just hate being on hold,” Annie grumbled. “What are we going to do now, Myra? Everyone is out doing something, and here we sit.”
“I thought we were picking out our outfits for the gala this weekend. You’re the one who said we needed to knock everyone’s socks off with our outfits. So, since time is of the essence, we had best get back to work.”
“That is so humdrum. We need to be where the action is. Think, Myra, what can we do?”
“By do, do you mean like visit Nellie and Elias or possibly pestering Pearl? Define the word do, Annie.”
“That’s the problem, Myra. I don’t know. All the bases seem to be covered at the moment. We are at this point in time at ground zero and empty-handed. Unless you have some ideas.”
“Let’s have some coffee. We think better with coffee. Charles can pick our outfits. For some reason, he has good fashion sense, and no, Annie, I have never figured
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