Dressed To Kill by Vicki Vass

Author:Vicki Vass [Vass, Vicki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tedeschi Publishing
Published: 2017-10-11T22:00:00+00:00

Waxing Poetic, Spoon Sisters Blog

Dear Friends,

We had a lovely dinner with our new friend, Rachel, the curator of the Lincoln Museum. Rachel shared some of her historical knowledge about the Lincolns with Anne and myself. It appears that Anne’s dress may indeed be an original Keckley.

Rachel also collects wax seals. I’ve uploaded several pictures of some of her collection, including ones that belonged to Commodore Vanderbilt and Tallulah Bankhead.

For those of you who did not attend, I’m glad to say that the children’s antique sale at Great-Aunt Sybil’s Attic was a great success. Ingrid and Dakota did a wonderful job and a special thank you to our dear friend Betsy Buttersworth for supplying the cupcakes.

“Buttersworth,” Anne muttered in her sleep.

“Yes, Buttersworth,” CC typed, smiling.

We’re hot on the trail of the mysterious Isobel Grant. As you know, that name was sewn into the label of Anne’s dress along with Keckley’s. I feel the puzzle is coming together. We’ve started with the corner puzzle pieces as is best to do, and slowly we’re filling in the center. I have to say I’ve enjoyed sharing each day’s adventure with you, dear friends. I’ve made it a priority to stop whatever I’m doing to keep you updated. I feel like you’re along for the ride, sitting in the back of the VW bus, peering over our shoulder, looking down the road as we embark on our biggest adventure yet. Until next time, dear friends, toodooloo.

CC rubbed her eyes and reached over the nightstand. She checked the time on her iPhone, glanced at Anne who was snoring softly from the other twin bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stretched. She threw on her blouse. “Where’d I leave my jeans?” she asked out loud, dancing from one foot to the other. “I can’t wait any longer.” Opening the bedroom door, she checked the hallway. It was all clear. As she reached the bathroom door, it flew open. Behind it stood a handsome, dark-haired man wearing nothing but a smile. His short black hair dripped from the shower. CC gasped and pulled her short blouse towards her knees. “Excuse me?” she gasped.

The man reached behind him, grabbed a hand towel and attempted to ease CC’s embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I got in late last night. Rachel was sleeping. I didn’t know we had guests. I’m her husband, Jeremy.”

Hunched over, CC smiled and waved. She ran past him into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. She splashed water on her red face and moaned as she sat down.

CC looked around the small bathroom. Wet towels hung over the shower rod and lay on the floor. The sink was full of shaving cream. Her mind flashed back to her life with John Reeney. She felt bad for Rachel as she scrubbed the sink and picked up the towels.

There was a knock on the door. She peeked out. Standing outside the door, Anne was dressed. “CC, coming down for breakfast?”

“Give me a few minutes,” CC said, closing the door again.

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