Aunt Missy Gets Ripe and February Hot Flash

Today is the first of the month, so there’s a new Hot Flash on the Hot Flash page.

This week’s excerpt from A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE comes from near the end, when Mitch tells Aunt Missy what he’s learned about the dead guy.

Aunt Missy Gets Ripe

by Marian Allen

Aunt MissyAunt Missy shook her head, trying to deny what I was saying. She was pale; I could see that she wore rouge, lipstick, and eye shadow – all invisible when she had her natural color. I knelt beside her chair and put my arms around her, dogs and all. I shouldn’t have told her. I should have told Mr. Walton, and we could have kept it from her, somehow.

“Damn Albert!” she growled, and my arms sprang away from her in shock. “God damn that miserable son-of-a-bitch to hell.” She went on in that vein for a while, using some material that probably dated back to the twenties, and possibly some stuff that she had picked up from her father. I didn’t understand everything, but it all sounded pretty ripe. Poor dear little old lady.

“Have you told Matthew?” she asked.

“Haven’t found him. He wasn’t in his office, and I don’t know which room is his. Corrie says she hasn’t seen him all day.”

“We’ll put the dogs on their leashes and then we’ll find him. You tell him what you’ve told me; we’ll get Grant to back it up, if he won’t believe us. Eleanor will not stay another night under Mary’s care.”

We both stood up. She handed the dogs to me and snapped the leashes onto their harnesses.

“You take charge of them,” she said. “I want my hands free.”

Little and old she may have been, and she was certainly dear to me, but my Aunt Missy was no lady, and I hoped Mr. Walton wouldn’t try to be difficult.


A DEAD GUY AT THE SUMMERHOUSE is available at Amazon in paper and for Kindle and Kindle apps.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Your character misjudges the fragility of someone.


The Sadness of Sweetie Pie #Caturday

Sweetie PieSweetie Pie here.

Amidala and Munchkin are letting me take the blog again this week to ask if you’ve seen my mom.

MomGoth says Mom is a place called The Rehab, and that she’ll be back as soon as she can, but I don’t know what that means.

Mom was here, and then she left. Then she came home, and then she left. She was gone for a few days, then she came home, and then she left again, and she’s been gone ever since!

I tried to use my SuperPower vision to see her, but I couldn’t.

SwPLasarI tried asking Ceiling Cat to tell me, but that didn’t work, either.

SwPCeilingCatMomGoth comes by twice a day to feed me and pet me and give me water and clean my litter box. She promises Mom will be home as soon as she can, so I guess I’ll just have to trust her.

She brought me this neat thing to play with, but it isn’t the same as having Mom in her chair, where she belongs.


A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What do you do when your human is gone for a long time?


Historic Victorian Cat Owners Cook #FridayRecommends

Friday comes around more and more quickly, doesn’t it? You know what they say about life: It’s like a roll of toilet paper. The closer you get to the end, the faster it goes.

ANYWAY, I come from Louisville, Kentucky, and so does my mother and so did my grandfather and so did my grandrather’s parents and grandparents. So I was delighted when my almost-a-son-in-law, Zakary Kendall, shared this site of Historic photos of Louisville, Ky, and environs. Lots of great stuff there!

You can find just about anything on the web, can’t you? Here’s a nifty site called The Victorian Web. If you ever wanted to know anything about the age of Queen Victoria, now you know where to look. You’re welcome.

Long-time readers (Hi, Jane!) know I love anthropologist Barbara J. King’s work. Here’s her latest post for NPR, on the perspicacity of cats.

I found a couple coolio recipe sites this week. The first is RecipeCurio, “Preserving Recipes & Cookbooks from the Past Century.” It hurts me to realize I was freakin’ BORN in the slap-dab MIDDLE of the past century. But, oh, well, such is life. It really is filled with, as its sub-title promises, charming vintage recipes.

The second isn’t strictly a recipe site. It’s Little House Living, meaning more like Little House on the Prairie than Little-as-in-Tiny House. It has tips for frugal living, living simply, homesteading, and making stuff yourself. And recipes. Like this one I am totally going to try for saltine crackers. Why? Because!

A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: What inexpensive thing would your main character go to some difficulty to make from scratch?


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