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240 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 26, 2013
“Excuse me.” Alberta waved from the front row. “Ivy?”
“Yes, Alberta? What can I do for you?”
Before Alberta could respond, the man sitting next to her rose and hoisted up his trousers. “We’re out of doughnuts, aren’t we? Always used to be three dozen at these meetings but Sherry only brought two dozen. Plenty of people here didn’t even get one.”
Alberta took a dainty bite of a pink-frosted doughnut and spoke around it. “That’s because you ate three of them, Ronald.”
“Put a sock in it, old bag.” Ronald Watkins smoothed a hand over his comb-over hair and scratched his ear.
Alberta sniffed. “Ivy, I know the town council is supposed to sit in the reserved seats, but I find myself unable to concentrate on the business at hand.” She heaved herself up and moved to an empty seat.
Ronald glared at her. “Good. Don’t see why she’s on the council anyway. Don’t own any commercial property in town.”
“Doesn’t. She doesn’t own, Ronald,” Alberta snapped.
“That’s for damn sure. And a good thing, too,” he muttered as he returned to his chair. “Don’t even see why we have to be here today. This ain’t a council meeting.”
Alberta leaned over. “We’re here to support our new mayor. Now quit complaining.”
Ivy let out a slow breath and turned to the woman behind her, who sat at a desk clicking a ballpoint pen. “Is that conversation going in the minutes, Sherry?”
Sherry, administrative assistant to the mayor of Celebration, rolled her eyes. “You want it to?”
“No. All I want is to get these heels off and flop in front of the TV,” Ivy answered.
“You and me both, hon. I’ve been sitting here recording this mess for twenty years. Your dad always hated town hall meetings, too.” Sherry drew a frowny face on the legal pad in front of her and then placed a large dot on the forehead. “That’s a bullet hole.”