Geneva, although sheâd made valuable contributions to our investigations, was the most excitable member of the group. As she might say, âexcitableâ was a good word meaning âunpredictableâ or âvolatile.â Because of that, and as much as it grieved her, it was probably best the others didnât know she was a member. Ardis knew now, but investigating Hughâs murder would be the first time they were both aware of working together. Given the uncertain chemistry between them, that could prove interesting.
Geneva hummed the theme music from
Murder, She Wrote
and smiled at me.
âIf you throw in episodes of
Miami Vice
,â she said, âI could give you pointers for piloting a powerboat seized from drug smugglers and teach you to drive your car in a sportier manner. Not to mention make suggestions for a snappier way of dressing.â
âSorry, no TV.â
âIn that case, I will only agree that you are disagreeable,â she said, and she disappeared.
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Bombing Blue Plumâyarn-bombing itâhad been Thea Greenâs idea. Thea, in addition to being an active and avid member of TGIF, was the director of the J. F. CulpMemorial LibraryâBlue Plumâs public library with a name almost longer than the sign for it on the lawn in front of the building. Thea was constantly looking for ways to engage more teenagers and twenty-somethings in library activities.
âIt wouldnât hurt to shake up TGIF, too,â sheâd said back at the beginning of September during a meeting of the TGIF challenge knitting group known as Fridays Fast and Furious. We were furiously working to meet our goal of knitting one thousand baby hats for newborns by the end of the year.
âWe might actually get a few bodies younger than geriatric to join,â Thea had said that afternoon. âYarn bombing is cutting-edge stuffâor it wouldâve been if weâd done it a few years ago. What could possibly be cooler than fiber graffiti? And it ties in perfectly with Handmade Blue Plum next month. And the kids will be out of school for the fall break with time on their hands. We can leave fun fiber surprises all over town for the visitors to find and enjoy. Itâll be like a knitting and crochet scavenger hunt. And itâll help clear out everyoneâs stash closet. If we start now, weâll have time to prepare. Itâll be exciting. Edgy, even, depending on how we do it, and if you think this town can handle edgy. And
if
we do it, we can still claim to be on top of the wave, because yarn bombingâs never been done around here before. What do you think?â In her excitement, Thea stood up and waved her knitting needles so that she was in danger of losing stitches.
âStep over here and call me geriatric. Thatâs what Iâm thinking,â Mel Gresham said. Mel and Thea were only a few years older than me, putting them in their early to mid-forties. Mel, with spiked lime-green hair, was slicingthe tunnel of fudge cake sheâd brought for refreshments, and she still held the knife.
â
Are
we geriatric?â Ernestine OâDellâseventy-somethingâturned to John Berryâeighty-something. âExcept for my eyesight, and a few more pounds, and a touch of stiffness first thing in the morning, and the occasional memory lapse, and shrinking an inch or two, and, of course, the white hair and wrinkles, I donât feel any different than I did at fifty. And one of my great-grandchildren told me they arenât wrinkles anyway. Theyâre âlife experience lines.â âGeriatricâ doesnât sound as nice as plain old being old.â
âI like the words âspry for his ageâ better than âgeriatric,ââ John said, âas long as they arenât on my gravestone.â
Thea interrupted a growl coming from Ardis. âRelax, Ardis. And, Ernestine, youâre