Maynely a Mystery sighting

Jennifer O'Shaughnessy holds the latest addition to her extensive collection of books - Maynely a Mystery.

What I did last weekend

Last page - Maynely a Mystery, chapter one

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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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On and on the inane conservation ran. Olivia considered leaving her cousin to be picked apart by this maggot. She considered it but immediately rejected the idea. Suzie was her responsibility. So instead of removing herself, Olivia looked around for a distraction.

She looked out the window but all she saw was ocean. She scanned her fellow passengers. Among them was an elderly couple that seemed to be still very much in love. They held hands and gazed into each other's eyes. A young child was revealing amazing athleticism by walking unaided on the back of a bench. Other children sat reading books or raced around screaming. There were women in shorts that shouldn't have been wearing shorts. There were men with beer bellies discussing sports.

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I'm sorry I'm running late for the ferry. I hope to post when I get home.
Take care
Leanne

About Thursday

"So, what happened? Why was there no Maynely a Mystery entry on Thursday?" you ask.
"Well, on Wednesday I left Mayne Island. I jumped on to a ferry and travelled to Salt Spring Island."
"What did you do there?"
"Well, I helped out here....

( The sign reads: ArtCraft is almost here. Opening June 12th)

at Mahon Hall. Today, June 12th, the graceful old hall transforms into ArtCraft (a seasonal gallery). ArtCraft showcases gulf island talent. Artists/artisan from Galiano, Pender, Saturna, Mayne and Salt Spring fill the hall with their creations.

So on Wednesday I delivered my inventory: sweaters for babies and children, hats for babies, Maynely True my colleciton of short stories, Novelty Yarn my audio book, and Yarn Therapy my learn to knit pattern book. Maynely a Mystery will arrive later.

ArtCraft's grand opening is June 19th. Doors open at 6pm. The party starts to swing at 7 pm. I will be there and so will Maynely a Mystery. I hope to see you there as well."

"I'd love to go but I live in Iceland and its almost lambing season."

"Sh-h-h, don't worry about it. I can help you out. Follow me over to www.oknitting.com I'll sneak you in to ArtCraft."

Maynely a Mystery: chapter one, page thirty-four

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Olivia sat on the ferry, her nose buried in a book as a pest incessantly buzzed in her cousin's ear. Suzie was used to this attention and gloried in it. Men always flocked to her like tourists to a hot, sandy beach. Olivia wasn't used to the attention, and the ceaseless chattering annoyed her. She tried to lose herself in her novel but she soon realized that reading was impossible and the book became little more than a screen.

"So where are you headed, beautiful?" the six foot two-inch, mustached bug buzzed. He was attractive enough, Olivia admitted to herself, rugged and outdoorsy, but much too needy.

"Man Island," Suzie smiled.

"She means Mayne Island," Olivia corrected.

Olivia received a look from the man that said her amendment wasn't necessary and wasn't appreciated.

From the time she was born, everyone had fallen immediately under Suzie's spell. They fawned over her wavy platinum blonde hair, her long eyelashes, her turned-up nose and her big blue eyes. Allowances were made, doors opened, simply because of her looks. Nothing was expected from her: she was simply meant to be, not to do, not to think.

"Oh, baby, why not come to Galiano with me? We'll have so much fun," Suzie's latest victim drooled.

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