FROM THE DESK OF
DONA PENZA TATTLE,
ESQ.
AND
ASSOCIATE WRYE
BALDERDASH
Greetings,
Tattle dragged Wrye onto the porch to
view her handiwork in the garden.
"Isn't it wonderful? April
showers do bring May flowers."
Wrye squinted and looked
closely. "Errrr, they're all silk,
not real flowers."
Crossing her arms over her chest,
Tattle pouted. "They are too real,
and I paid real money for them."
"Ummm, yes, sure, right, but
what about the reference to April showers?"
"I just got them (and planted
them) on the first of May so logically that means because of the April rain and
my dislike of shopping in storms, I couldn't get them until May."
Wrye's recently developed tick goes
wild. "Huh?"
"Oh, never mind, let's focus on
our Love of Literature Leap."
And they do.
“Errr, where are we?” asked Tattle
while holding her nose. “And what is
that stench?”
“On a boat and bass.” A fishing rod appeared out of nowhere, and
Wrye cast a line. “Know what they call a
fish that won’t shut up?” He doesn’t
wait for a response. “A big mouth bass.”
“Bass…bass…bass,” Tattle tapped her
finger to her head. “Ohhh, we’re in CHAIN REACTION by Richard Hacker, which
is a Nick
Sibelius Mystery.”
“You got it, gal. Now, move aside and let the master work.”
Tattle snapped her finger, the
fishing rod disappeared along with the boat.
“Exactly! Look at that.” They suddenly find themselves in a scene
where Nick was grabbing a man named Dillion by the shoulders and shaking him.
Wrye ignored Nick and Dillion. “I’m looking at the lovely lady, Dolores.
She’s tearing up, poor thing.” He
moved toward her as if about to put a comforting arm around her.
Tattle gave him a Pembroke Corgi
nudge and Wrye stumbled away. “Rule one,
don’t get involved with the characters.
Besides, that is what Nick is for, and Dolores’s pouty adorable expression is
softening Nick’s heart and we all know he’s gonna get tangled up in her
troubles, which also happens to be the country’s troubles.”
“Which involves secessionists,
drones, and a serial killer, oh my.”
Wrye stared wistfully at Dolores.
Grabbing Wrye’s hand, Tattle
deliberately caused them to leap into another chapter. “And all because he took on a client who
seemed to be involved in an apparent bass fisherman grudge match. That leads to a secessionist plot headed by
Bruce Reynolds, who intends to create the independent nation of Texas.”
“Nick being Nick with Nick luck ends
up being recruited to head a task force to defeat such a maneuver, and is being
faced with the impossible task of eliminating the drone air force under
Reynolds’ control, Governor Fran Adamson’s political career and a client’s
murder.”
“We talking Civil War and the
possible break up between himself and his love, Theresa?”
“Not if Nick has any say about it.”
“Look! A castle,” declared Tattle. “I love castles.” Even as she said it, the duet appeared in an
elaborate throne room.
Wyre settled a jeweled crown on his
head and strutted about, waving graciously as if the room were full of royal
subjects. “Like a little romance with your suspense?”
“Do rabbits like chocolate?”
The crown disappeared, and an eyebrow
was raised. “Rabbits don’t eat
chocolate, they prefer carrots.”
“Well, some rabbits are made of
chocolate, and are delicious.” With a
defensive stance, Tattle yanked a sword off the wall and fenced with the
air.
Wrye’s tick returned, following
Tattle’s logic was never a wise option.
“Anyway, we are in the historical suspense, DARK DAYS by R. J. HORE,
where the lovely Queen Nefasti is barely holding on to her kingdom.”
“Yup, there she is with war
threatening and declared suitors worming their way into her presence if not her
heart, although, there is that one who is kinda cute.” Tattle winked at the leader of a neighboring
kingdom but of course, the character can’t see her.
“Rule two, m’flirtatious gossip monarch,
don’t get involved with the characters.”
“Wasn’t!” Tattle gave the wide-eyed
innocent stare. The sword flew into the
rafters and stayed there, floating. “I
think Nefasti should though, or at least someone gallant and protective,
considering her closest friend and guardian is about to leave, a dear
lady-in-waiting is on the verge of suicide, and not all the gold and jewels
being offered her can change the fact that many want her dead.”
“Assassins?” Wrye whipped aside a curtain and glared into
the emptiness. “No one here.”
“Ahhh, but they are in nooks,
crannies and shadows. Trrrrouuubbble,
for certain.”
“With seemingly no way out.”
“Ut oh.”
“What?”
“Knife! The queen is able to be stabbed.”
Wrye jumped into the pages, but
Tattle yanked him back out. “Sorry, Sir
Wyre Galahad, we can’t interfere.”
What an enjoyable leap! We do so enjoy our gossipy travels….errr
investigative travels into the world of CBG books. So much so, we are looking forward to a new
venture by occasionally reviewing a book.
Then we can get the real dirt…ummm, we mean, plot.
Have a wonderful May, and pick some
flowers, even the silk ones, they last forever.
Dona Penza Rutabaga
Tattle, Esq.
and Associate Wrye
Balderdash
of Blather City,
Wannachat
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and written by
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