Godmothers 4 - Deadline by Fern Michaels

Author:Fern Michaels
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: David_James Mobilism.org
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2012-03-19T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Mavis swallowed several times, her mouth suddenly dry as a bone. Lord, she thought, that is not a word I should be thinking of right now. Ida’s face turned ten shades of white, her hands trembled like leaves in a windstorm, and she appeared utterly confused. Mavis cleared her dry throat, trying to sum up the situation.

“He’s dead, Ida. All you have to do is touch him. See?” Hesitantly, Mavis touched Mr. Frank’s foot. “He’s as cold as an ice cube.”

Ida looked at Mavis, then at Mr. Frank’s private part, which stood at rigid attention. At a loss for words, she pointed to his ... problem. Finding her voice, Ida whispered, “Then how, what is ... that?”

In her studies, Mavis had heard of the condition but never expected to encounter such a problem. She spoke again, but with more authority. They were professionals, just as Ida had reminded her. “Though unusual, it’s not unheard of.” Mavis tried to recall verbatim the words she’d read. “It’s called a terminal erection, or priapism. I remember reading this because ... well, I have to admit I thought of you when I read about it.” She paused, waiting for Ida to let loose on her. When nothing happened, she continued. “It’s seen in corpses who’ve been executed, particularly those who died by hanging. I won’t go into the technicalities of it, but I do remember reading about this condition when we were studying in San Francisco.”

Ida stepped away from the marble table. Fearful she was about to faint or something, Mavis hurried to her side and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I can do this myself, Ida. Why don’t you call Sophie, tell her to take you back to the beach house. I’ll take care of this poor man.” Knowing her skills with death makeup weren’t quite as well developed as Ida’s, Mavis would still do anything to spare her friend from regressing back to the fearful woman she used to be.

Ida shook her head, her hot pink hair the only bit of color in the sterile room. “Just give me a few minutes. I’m fine. Just a bit ... stunned.”

Quite shocked herself, Mavis knew it wasn’t the time to show her feelings. The poor man had taken his own life. It was such a shame to have one’s last viewing be one of utter humiliation. Though she’d read about the causes of this terrible ... affliction, for the life of her she couldn’t recall the cure. Several horrid images came to mind, and she quickly brushed them aside.

It suddenly occurred to her that Sophie was a registered nurse, so she would know what to do. Without another word to Ida, Mavis stepped away, allowing her friend a few minutes of privacy to collect herself. She dialed Sophie’s cell-phone number, hoping she was finished with her tarot reading.

Sophie answered on the first ring. “Yes?”

Immediately, Mavis picked up on Sophie’s mood. “Has something happened? You don’t sound like yourself.”

“I’m okay, just nothing I want to talk about right now.

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