Madison Johns - Agnes Barton Paranormal 02 - Ghostly Hijinks by Madison Johns

Author:Madison Johns [Johns, Madison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Paranormal - Michigan
Publisher: Outrageous Books
Published: 2014-10-13T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

When I entered the dining room, I treaded lightly in my brand new cowgirl attire and I had to admit, I loved the feeling of the apparel. Luckily, I had a button-up white shirt to wear underneath the vest. I couldn’t wait to see what Andrew thought about my new ensemble. Too bad Andrew didn’t have any western apparel, too. I imagined that he’d look like quite fetching wearing black with a gun belt around his narrow waist.

After a few minutes of looking, I couldn’t see Andrew at our regular table, but instead, there was a much larger table in its place.

Halfway there, I even spotted three older women that I didn’t recognize until I stood at the table. The one in the middle smiled and said, “Well, Agnes, it sure looks like you fit in here with that western apparel.”

I squinted. “Mrs. Barry, is that you?”

“Of course, and you remember Mrs. Peacock and Mrs. Canary, right?”

I nodded at the ladies. “Oh, but of course. Fancy meeting you ladies so far from Redwater, Michigan.” Redwater is a small town in Michigan’s thumb area that Eleanor and I had vacationed at before. “Is Birdy here, too?” I asked, indicating Mrs. Peacock’s foul-mouthed Macaw bird.

“Oh, no. One of my neighbors is looking after Birdy. He’d never last through an airplane ride here,” Mrs. Peacock said.

I smiled at Eleanor, who sauntered to the table. “I have western apparel, too,” she said, showing off her denim skirt and matching shirt, lifting it just enough so I could see her cowboy boots.

“Well, obviously we must have made an impression on Francine yesterday when we met her. I’m so shocked she sent us some real authentic western apparel,” I went on to say.

“I know, right? Where’s Andrew and Mr. Wilson?” Eleanor asked the group of women.

“They haven’t shown up yet, but I hope they are wearing western apparel, too. You’ll look like perfectly matched couples then,” Mrs. Barry said.

Since we didn’t see the men coming, we took a seat just as the server brought over the coffee, winking at me. “I have a special coffee just for you, Agnes, compliments from the Tumbleweed Saloon. Bertha Anne brought it special just for you.”

I had to still my racing pulse and wanted to do a happy dance. “Oh, and what did she bring Redd?”

“Hopefully not an STD. That woman has been chasing Redd for quite a time, but I have the sneaking suspicion that he’s just not all that interested in her.”

Just then, I caught sight of Redd sneaking out of the kitchen, a finger pressed against his lips in a shushing motion. The door whipped open and Bertha Anne asked, “Where are you going in such a hurry?”

“I-I’m late for a meeting,” he said as he raced across the dining room and flew through the door leading to the back of the hotel.

Bertha Anne threw up her hands. “I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” she muttered as she walked by.

“You could act a little less eager,” Mrs.

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