A Whiskey Sour Slaying (Mystic Bar Mysteries Book 1) by Constance Barker

Author:Constance Barker [Barker, Constance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Constance Barker
Published: 2021-10-15T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Wanda woke from a deep sleep. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t remember dreaming. Not one dream, good or bad, all night. That was a rare occurrence for her. She supposed she worried too much to go dreamless. There was always something about the tavern to worry about. If it wasn’t the draft beer system, that needed to be thoroughly cleaned and sanitized every other week, it was the weekly tally of broken mugs, glasses, plates, chairs, stools, anything that could break. She had scoffed the first time she came across her great-aunt’s reserve for “breakage”. Wanda didn’t think there was any way to spend that kind of money. Little did she know that she would be adding ten percent to the account. How did people manage to damage so much?

And, the restrooms had their own special fund.

So, it was unusual and rather nice to wake up without chasing a weird dream from her head. She could actually appreciate the sunshine coming through her window. Yes, dust motes floated through the beam, but that was natural. The air was always filled with things that the naked eye couldn’t see—unless helped by the sun, perhaps. Not a problem. She sat up in bed and stretched. She felt more energetic than she had felt in quite some time. No aches, no pains, no worries, she was one of the chosen few. What a feeling.

That was before Zeus popped into the room.

“Good morning,” Wanda said. “What a glorious day.”

“You just woke up, didn’t you?”

“Yes, and don’t you dare spoil things for me. I don’t care if the restroom toilet is overflowing. I will not sink into despair this morning.”

“It might be worse than the toilet,” Zeus said.

“What could be worse than the toilet? Wait, did Double-Dog call in sick or something? Did Tweetie quit? I know last night wasn’t exactly a raging success, but it was no reason to quit. All in all, it was quite amusing, considering how Steve Simmons handled Lenny and George.”

“Lenny and George? Those weren’t their names.”

“You need to read more. Wait, no, do you read?”

“Of course, I read. But do you really want your customers to walk and see a cat reading Hemingway?”

“You have a point. So, if it’s none of the above, what could be so bad this morning.”

“You need to come with me.”

“Didn’t I just say I don’t want a downer this morning? I feel great. You want to ruin that.”

“Not me. Follow.”

Zeus trotted out of the room, and Wanda had no choice but to follow. She told herself that she would remain in a good mood no matter what Zeus brought to her. Occasionally, Zeus did revert to his cat ways and offer her a dead mouse or bird. Wanda had made it known that unless the mouse was eating Double-Dog’s hotdog buns, she did not want it dead. Well, not murdered by Zeus, although he never considered it murder. To him, it was a cat “thing”. Cats hunted, pure and simple.

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