Happy Birthday, Marge by Shari Hearn

Author:Shari Hearn
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: humorous mystery, cozy mystery paranormal, cozy mystery ghosts, Louisiana, southern, small town
Publisher: J&R Fan Fiction
Published: 2018-08-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Marge

“DON’T WE ALL?” MARGE said.

The ghost sat next to Gertie on the porch swing. HER porch swing. The one she had put in when she first bought this house. The porch swing that would scrape the stone column behind it if you swung too far, much like it was doing now because Gertie was swinging too far, which Marge always had to remind her not to do. Detach, Marge.

After leading Coco back inside Celia’s house, Marge had raced through the front door (literally) and made her way to Gertie’s, then Ida Belle’s, and now, to Fortune’s. Mine, my house, Marge thought. She’d arrived just as the Swamp Team Two Plus One was rehearsing their Chipmunk song to be sung for Carter. No wonder Gertie had chosen that song. The girls used to spike the eggnog at the Sinful Senior Center Christmas party, sneak into the supply room for a helium tank, and entertain everyone with their salty rendition of the Chipmunk Christmas song. Ida Belle had been Simon. Fitting. She’d always been the brains of the operation. Marge was Theodore, the little chubby Chipmunk, though Marge was more stocky than chubby, she had always reminded them. She did all the heavy lifting in the group. And Gertie... Yep, Gertie was always Alvin.

Marge was actually surprised that Carter was finally getting wise to their shenanigans. She smiled, remembering the things they used to pull over on Sheriff Lee when the Swamp Team 3 would complete a mission.

“We had fun back then, didn’t we?” Marge asked wistfully.

“We sure did,” Gertie said.

Marge whipped her head around and stared at Gertie. “Did you just hear me?”

“We sure did, what?” Ida Belle asked.

“Oh,” Gertie said, “I was just thinking about Marge and how we used to pull things over on Sheriff Lee before Sheriff Lee... you know...”

“Lost it?” Fortune asked.

“Well, Sheriff Lee was always a bit of an eccentric, but we used to have him going in circles. Much more so than Carter.”

“What got you thinking about that?” Ida Belle asked.

“Me,” Marge said. “Because I’m starting to get inside her head.”

Gertie shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I could just picture Marge saying we used to have fun.” She sighed. “Do you think she would be happy with what we’re doing with her party? I mean, everything so far has been pretty much a disaster, except for the magician. That’s the only bright side. Oh, I forgot. He called and asked if he could come over tonight and take a look at your backyard for his setup tomorrow. I told him we’d be gone all night but that he was welcome to look.”

“In the dark?” Fortune asked.

Gertie shrugged. “It was the only time he could make it. He said he’d bring a strong flashlight.”

Marge shook her head. “He probably cased the joint to see escape routes. That magician might end up killing your little friend here.” She leaned in and yelled in Gertie’s ear, “Do you hear me? I think he’s a killer!”

Gertie smiled. “I think the magician’s going to be a killer act.

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