Nutty As a Fruitcake
Chapter One
Judith Grover McMonigle Flynn grabbed at the pine branch, felt the ladder fall from under her, and held on with her might. Her booted feet kicked at the damp air while her glover hands tightened on the tree limb. Judith hoped that the branch was as sturdy as she was.
A glance at die frosty ground told her it was a good eight-foot drop. In her youth, Judith might have risked it. But at fifty-Plus, she wasn't as agile as she used to be. The Christmas season upon her; she had a bed-and-breakfast to run. There was no point in taking unnecessary chances. instead, she screamed. Someone would bear herthe Rankerses next door or the Dooleys in back or the Ericsons. on the other side. On this first Sunday of Advent, they should all be home.
Judith screamed again. Her husband had gone to Earnest Hardware to buy a new tree stand; her mother was deaf. Or so she pretended. Maybe the Rankerses were having one of their famous family feuds to kick off the yuletide season. The Dooleys might be Christmas shopping. The Ericsons could be jogging. Judith's arms were beginning to ache. The cold air hurt in her lungs as she cried for help a ... read full excerpt from: Nutty As a Fruitcake ebook
