The Judah Black Novels Box Set by E A Copen

Author:E A Copen [Copen, E A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781642026252
Publisher: LMBPN Publishing
Published: 2019-12-10T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Patsy Adams lived in a circle of single-wide trailers at the end of a cul-de-sac, all pulled up as if they were a wagon train circled for the night. I couldn’t remember exactly which one belonged to Patsy, so I just walked into the middle. While I was deciding, the door to the trailer in the center opened. Patsy poked her head out, wearing purple curlers in her hair and oversized sunglasses. She was wearing a pink kimono knock-off with floral print.

“Agent Black,” she called and waved me over. I walked up to her porch and stopped at the bottom stair. “Come in! Come in!” She made an exaggerated gesture. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Her place wasn’t as nice as Sal’s and not quite as big. It looked like a two-bedroom model. The ceilings were low, and the spaces more cramped. The furniture was bright and cheery in color, which made up for the blackout drapes on the windows. Patsy put a hand behind my back as if we were old friends and pulled me to the sofa. “You sit down right there. Oh, you poor dear! You look just awful! Tell Patsy what she can get for you.”

“Marcus was supposed to have called ahead.” I frowned.

“He did. You needed some clothes. Formal wear?”

I cringed. He’d said something nice, not formal wear. “I guess. He’d know more about it than me. He said he had dinner reservations. I’m helping him with a problem.”

“Oh, say no more!” she exclaimed, jumping up. “Let Patsy help you, dearie. I think I have just the thing.”

She waddled down the short hallway, her pink slippers making a clickity-clack sound on the linoleum floor. “I don’t have a lot in your size,” she called to me from down the hall. “You’re such a petite little thing, and you’ve always looked so comfortable in…casual wear. But then I remembered the time we had that young initiate. She was about your size. I know I kept one of her prom dresses, so it’s got to be somewhere in here. Ah! There it is!”

Patsy came bustling back down the hall, a hanger in her hand. The dress she held out to me was crimson with a beaded halter top and a plunging neckline, something I would never have chosen to wear on my own.

“I’m not sure—” I started, but Patsy cut me off.

“And I know this is one of Marcus’ favorite colors. It’ll look lovely on you. What time did he say he was picking you up?”

“Er, five.”

“Perfect,” Patsy exclaimed. “Plenty of time for me to get together some jewelry, makeup, and something to do with your hair, you poor dear. I think we can fix it, though.”

I frowned and touched my un-brushed hair. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all, but you may want to do a little hairspray, dear. You look like you’ve just gotten out of bed.”

“Uh… I think I’ll survive with just a hairbrush and access to a bathroom sink for now.”

Her shoulders slumped, and she made a dramatic show of dropping the dress in the chair next to her.

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