Calamity Jayne and Fowl Play at the Fair by Kathleen Bacus

Author:Kathleen Bacus [Bacus, Kathleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Gemma Halliday Publishing
Published: 2014-10-10T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It was half past three that afternoon, the glazier had just left the Emporium, and we were clearing up the accompanying mess. We were basically your bummed out bunch. Bummed by the reoccurring vandalism, by the declining sales figures, and by the obvious tension that existed between Uncle Frank and Aunt Reggie whenever they were in a room together—and we're not talking sexual tension here, psychic Sonya.

Lucy Connor had offered the use of her shop vac again, and was presently sitting at the counter enjoying a complimentary strawberry sundae and reading the metro paper.

"Anyone want to place a bet on what's gonna happen to Frank's place next?" my gramma asked, refreshed by her cat nap and now sharing a table by the jukebox with Joe Townsend. "Something else is gonna happen. That psychic lady told us so, didn't she Tressa?" Gram asked. I acted like there was a really stubborn stain on the counter that needed my total attention. "She foresaw turmoil and a family ripped apart. Isn't that right, Tressa? Of course, she also saw Tressa may be having sex, so who knows how good a psychic she is?"

"Gram!"

That got Joe Townsend in on the act. "Who'd she see her having sex with?" Joe asked. "Was he in uniform?" "Did he have dark hair and a good job?"

Gram shook her head. "I tried to pin her down, but Sonya said it don't work that way. No names. No descriptions. Nothing. Just impressions."

Joe reached out and took my grandma's hand. "Did she give you the impression she saw any hot sex in your future, Hannah?" he asked with a wink.

"I'll never tell," she said.

"Well, I will!" I burst in, coming around the counter faster than I did on Black Jack when we competed in the pavilion. "Sonya the Seer saw Gram, here, on a boat with music and dancing and laughter."

"Don't that sound just like The Love Boat to you?" Gram asked Joe.

"My Ruthie loved that show. Always wanted me to take her on a cruise. I was makin' plans to go when she fell sick. Sure wish I'd done it earlier." I saw Gram squeeze Joe's hand and felt my throat thicken.

"I never liked that butterball Captain Stubing or that goofy first mate," Gram said. "What was his name? Some kind of rodent. Gopher! That was it. But I did like that perky cruise director," Gram said.

"Julie," Joe chimed in. "Her name was Julie."

Gram nodded. "The show went downhill after Julie left. Kinda hard to draw viewers with a fat captain and a dorky first mate."

"I don't know," Joe said. "Gilligan's Island did pretty well. And that Ginger, rrrreeaaarrr!" He rolled his tongue and roared like a big jungle cat. "By the way, you get yourself into another jam last night, girl?" he asked me. "Something about staking out the Mini-Freeze and photographing belly buttons?"

From across the room I felt Uncle Frank snap to attention.

"Pipe down, would you?" I said. "I don't want the world knowing my business."

"You know, if you were gonna do more undercover work, you shoulda called me.

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