Pamela DuMond - Annie Graceland 03 - Cupcakes, Pies, and Hot Guys by Pamela DuMond

Author:Pamela DuMond [DuMond, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery: Cozy - Paranormal - Romance - Humor - Wisconsin
ISBN: 8887777888
Publisher: Pamela DuMond
Published: 2012-09-12T23:00:00+00:00

1 cup white rum (Or on the lighter side, ½ cup white rum and ½ cup strawberry juice) (Or on the lushier side, ½ cup white rum and ½ cup vodka)

Small plastic cups

Instructions:

Dissolve Jell-O in boiling water.

Remove from heat.

Let cool.

Mix your liquors and/or juices together. Add to cooled concoction. Stir.

Pour into little cups.

Refrigerate for at least two hours. Place in freezer for several minutes before serving.

Serve to those of legal drinking age.

Fifteen

Bookie Blues

Annie followed Mr. Bitterhausen as he weaseled through the crowd, hopped the barricade into the parking lot, and made his way toward a fancy silver bullet, vintage Aerostream RV. He knocked on the door, which was promptly opened. Someone with big muscular arms attired in a black suit yanked him inside and slammed the narrow metal door shut with a tinny bang.

Huh, Annie thought. The Aerostream was upscale and appeared normal. The subterfuge wasn’t. She crouched behind the side of a large weathered Winnebago. A loud giggly tailgaters’ party took place behind it. She eyed the partiers in their foldout lounge chairs laughing, telling stories, and enjoying each other’s company while they drank beers. Their brats and shish-kabobs roasted on a small BBQ resting on the parking lot’s blacktop.

She spotted Dorothy Hattan and Diane O’Flaherty from her high school geometry class. Jeez, they hadn’t aged a day. Annie longed to join them. Just relax, be one of the crowd, be a normal person. Unfortunately most people who talked to ghosts weren’t considered normal. Besides, duty called, so she remained crouched, her eyes trained on the Aerostream.

Five minutes later, her short shorts pinched her upper inner thighs on their march toward her privates. Her knees ached from squatting. And she heard something familiar, but not welcome.

“Oh, Hubbard,” Julia exclaimed. “If only you knew how I’ve missed manly Wisconsin men.”

If only Annie had a dime for every time Julia played the “How I’ve missed manly insert-name-of-city-county-state-country men” line, she’d have enough dough to pay for her electric bill in full and spring for a twenty dollar Chinese foot massage with a ten dollar tip.

“Take me, Hubbard! Take me here and now.”

No, no, Annie prayed. Take Julia anywhere except here and now. She crept and peeked around the other side of the RV. Julia was making out with Mr. Dells, who fiddled with her bra clasp but stopped every couple of seconds to ogle her still barely contained boobs. What? Had the guy never unleashed double Ds before?

The Aerostream’s thin metal door clanged, startling Annie. She hobbled back, peered around the RV’s other corner. Two thugs with slicked back hair, wearing shiny black suits over crisp white T-shirts, stepped out of the Aerostream, surveyed the place and nodded at each other. One mumbled into his watch.

Bitterhausen leapt down the stairs. He wore a dark hoodie and also sported a watch. A dark thick leather valise hung from his shoulder.

“I don know ’bout this,” one thug said in a thick eastern European accent.

“God, Ivan, you sound just like my brother. Stop worrying,” Bitterhausen said.

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