Monday, June 15, 2009

Last page - Maynely a Mystery, chapter one

Well we all knew this day would come. And it has arrived. Reading on is as easy as sending an email. To request your copy, email: Subject line: Maynely a Mystery purchase

There was one woman who was prim and proper: nothing out of place, everything just so. She sat there, arms folded, legs crossed, an oversized patent leather purse balanced on her knee. She looked out the window, then down to her purse, then out the window, then down to her purse again. She uncrossed her knees. She opened her purse and searched all of the compartments. She examined each and every article down to a penny. Then she closed her purse and laid it back down on her lap. She stood up, smoothed her skirt against her firm bum, and sat back down. She crossed her legs. She folded her arms. She looked out the window, then back to her purse, then out the window again. Finally, she got up and walked over to the Chief Steward's office. She engaged the officer in a brief dialogue then returned to her seat.

This performance took about ten minutes and occurred regularly. Olivia was intrigued. Who was she? Where was she heading? What was her story? Why was she so agitated? Olivia gratefully lost herself in these questions.


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