passed Lydiaâs townhouse and saw her taking out her trash. And she had a mighty shifty look in her eyes when she was doing it.
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Dollars to doughnuts my thinking cap is sitting there in her garbage, along with her prune pits, dental floss, and empty Metamucil jars.
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And I intend to rescue it ASAP!
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Love ânâ snuggles from
DaddyO
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To: Jausten
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Good heavens!
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Daddy thinks Lydia has tossed his Lucky Thinking Cap in her garbage can. Did you ever hear of anything so idiotic?
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XOXO,
Mom
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To: Jausten
From: DaddyO
Subject: A Tad Disappointed
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For some unfathomable reason, your mother is being very unsupportive. She thinks the battle-axe walks on water, and refuses to believe Lydia had anything to do with the disappearance of my Lucky Thinking Cap. Moreover, she says she refuses to cook me dinner if I go looking for my cap in Lydiaâs garbage.
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I must admit Iâm a tad disappointed in her.
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Oh, well. Momâs planning to make meat loaf tonight, and you know how I feel about your motherâs meat loaf. So Iâll just wait until after sheâs asleep to go out on my garbage raid.
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Love ânâ hugs from
Your determined
DaddyO
Chapter 12
I had a hard time digesting my cinnamon raisin bagel the next morning, having been foolish enough to open my e-mails and read about Daddyâs plans to go rooting around in Lydia Pinkusâs garbage.
Honestly, I was so distraught, I could barely finish my second bagel.
But eventually, I regained my equilibrium and called to make an appointment with Emmy, the Reiki healer, who agreed to stop by my apartment later that week.
I did some heavy-duty gulping when she told me her feeâa hundred bucks an hourâbut at that stage I was willing to try anything to get my forlorn furball back in good spirits.
âGood news, Pro,â I said when I hung up. âThe Reiki healer is coming to see us.â
Prozac just stared down at a spot under my chintz armchair.
Kill that dust bunny for me, will you? I donât have the energy.
If left to my own devices, I would have spent the rest of the day giving Prozac belly rubs. Or primping for my upcoming date with Jim. Or perhaps shopping for some strappy sandals to wear on my Hawaiian vacation. But I had to focus on the murder and clear my name if I intended to actually go on said vacation.
So I decided to pay a visit to Linda.
I hadnât forgotten how angry sheâd been during her dramatic face-off with the Pink Panther at Deanâs funeral reception. Angry enough, I now wondered, to have doctored her husbandâs cat food with a fatal dose of Raid?
It was time to find out.
I drove over to Lindaâs place in Westwood, hoping sheâd be there when I showed up.
But, alas, no one came to the door when I rang the bell.
So I settled down to wait for her in my Corolla with a free copy of War and Peace Iâd downloaded on my phone. It was going to be quite a challenge reading War and Peace three sentences at a time on the phoneâs tiny screen, but I was up for it. It was a book Iâd always meant to tackle. And now was the perfect opportunity.
I clicked open the book and began to read:
War and Peace
By Leo Tolstoy
I was really quite proud of myself, using this otherwise wasted time to expand my mind, to broaden my horizons, to stretch my literary musclesâ
âJaine! Are you okay?â
Someone was tapping at my car window.
My eyes flew open, and I felt drool on my chin. Good heavens. I mustâve dozed off somewhere on the copyright page.
I looked up to see Linda standing outside my Corolla, peering down at me through her harlequin glasses.
âI saw you lying there with your mouth open, and I thought maybe youâd passed out.â
âNo, no. Just resting,â I said, surreptitiously wiping away my chin drool.
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