Pawing Through the Past
Chapter One
The huge ceiling fan lazily swirled overhead, vainly attempting to
move the soggy August air. Mary Minor Haristeen, Harry to her
friends - and everyone was a friend - scribbled ideas on a yellow
legal pad. Seated around the kitchen table, high-school yearbooks
open, were Susan Tucker, her best friend, Mrs. Miranda Hogendobber,
her coworker and good friend, and Chris Sharpton, an attractive
woman new to the area.
"We could have had this meeting at the post office," Susan remarked
as she wiped the sweat from her forehead.
"Government property," Miranda said.
"Right, government property paid for with my taxes," Susan laughed.
Harry, the postmistress in tiny Crozet, Virginia, said, "Okay, it is
air-conditioned but think how many hours Miranda and I spend in that
place. I have no desire to hang out there in my free time."
"You've got air-conditioning at your house." Miranda stared at
Susan.
"I know but the kids are having a pool party and- "
"You left the house with a party in progress? There won't be a drop
of liquor left," Harry interrupted.
"My kids know when to stop."
"Congratulations," Harry taunted her. "That doesn't mean anyone
else's kids know when to stop. I hope you locked the bar."
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