Cutting Loose
I am so never wearing a thong again. Poppy swears they're comfortablewhich probably should've been my first clue.
"OMIGAWD, JANE," Ava screeched. "Oh, my, gawd. It's official!"
Jane pulled the phone away from her ear. Her friend's voice had gone so high she was surprised the leashed dachshund sniffing the light standard down on First Avenue didn't start barking. But she clapped the receiver back to her ear as excitement danced a fast jitterbug in her stomach. "Probate finally closed, then?"
"Yes, two minutes ago!" Ava laughed like an escapee from a lunatic asylum. "The Wolcott mansion is officially ours. Can you believe it? I sure miss Miss Agnes, but this is just too thrilling. Omigawd, I can barely breathe, I'm so excited. I have to call Poppy and tell her the news, too." She laughed again. "We've gotta celebrate! Do you mind coming to West Seattle?"
"Lemme see." Stretching the telephone cord as far as it would reach, she stepped out of her cramped sixth ... read full excerpt from Cutting Loose ebook