Cook's Curious Christmas--A Fantasy by Joanne Pence

Author:Joanne Pence
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Quail Hill Publishing
Published: 2017-03-31T13:55:03+00:00

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Nona's apartment was like stepping onto a movie set of an old Doris Day film. Everything was white or pink and frilly. How could Nona live this way? She was the most unfrilly woman Angie had ever met. Everything about her was hard-angled and pristine, or so Angie had thought.

As Angie walked around the comfortable apartment, she couldn't help but think that Nona was locked up in jail and no one was using it tonight. For all she knew, Nona would be released the next day, but tonight…

Angie was tired of sleeping on couches, showering in a place where the water turned cold after two minutes, and wearing Connie's crummy hand-me-downs.

She felt awkward at Connie's, and while she would normally have loved to live with Paavo, staying with this Paavo would have felt like cheating.

A thought struck. Was she going to spend the rest of her life traveling through time? A gourmet cook version of Doctor Who? If so, she wished she had a Tardis. Or a magic carpet. Anything to take her back to her own time. But this wasn’t really time travel. If it was, her friends wouldn’t be here—they wouldn’t have been born yet! And her parents would be young again. So this must be some kind of alternate reality. A forty-years-behind-the-times parallel universe.

Who was she kidding? This was a nightmare, a very real nightmare, but a nightmare. Pure and simple!

She looked in Nona's closet. Nona was taller than Angie—most people were. Actually, she looked like a fashion model, which Angie hated, since she would never be tall or svelte enough to be one, no matter what time period she was in. Not that she was heavy. Other than wishing she was a little more busty, she simply had curves where they should be.

All of which meant that Nona's dresses, which must have been embarrassingly short on Nona, managed to fit well enough.

Angie could scarcely believe it when she put on a pair of Nona's bell bottoms. Bell bottoms had made a brief comeback in Angie's time, but were worn mostly by teenagers, and weren't half as wide as these pants. These looked like something used to sail a ship.

She tried on beaded tops, a tie-dye tee-shirt, and an outfit with a floor-length peasant skirt, a crocheted top, and a long chiffon scarf that she tied around her head like a fortune teller. She laughed for the first time in what felt like a month. The colors were loud and garish, and as she twisted and turned in front of the mirror, watching the skirt swish from side to side, she thought the women of this time were pretty lucky—they could dress up in costumes whenever they wished. None of the clothes of her time were nearly so much fun.

When she opened up the lingerie drawer, however, she faced a different kind of shock. Most items were designer wear, matching, expensive Schiaparelli and a few other brands that sounded somewhat familiar. Near the bottom of the drawer

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