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Dixie Diva Blues
Book: Dixie Diva Blues Read Online Free
Author: Virginia Brown
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Women Sleuths, Contemporary Women
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once. Get me a chair. Someone please . . . get me a chair. I feel . . . a fit coming on . . .”
    I decided to join in this charade just to get things moving in the right direction, and so I put my arm around Bitty to take her to a row of chairs set beneath the wall of bail bondsman ads.
    “What’d you do,” I murmured in her ear as I made a show out of getting her seated, “pinch Lassie to get her to bark?”
    Sagging in my arms, Bitty deliberately stomped my toes as she wobbled into the chair. But while she pretended to faint, I heard her whisper, “Timmy’s in the well,” and it was all I could do not to laugh. Bitty and I both have a tendency to repeat lines from old TV shows. Since we spent large portions of our childhoods grounded in our respective homes, we know plenty of trivia in that area. Old sit-coms are our favorites, but we’ll quote from any source we can remember.
    At any rate, with Bitty and Chen Ling safely seated, Rayna was able to continue her business with the police officer at the window. After a few minutes of trading official information, she and Gaynelle disappeared into another room just across the wide hall. Mini-blinds shut off my view. Bitty and I remained in the waiting room. Security cameras were bolted to concrete block walls, so I nudged Bitty with my elbow and whispered, “Drool. Twitch. I think we’re being watched.”
    Really, I did that more for my own entertainment than for any other reason, as I was pretty sure the officer behind the glass didn’t care if Chen Ling was there as long as she stayed quiet. And didn’t leave doggy doodles on the floor.
    It gave me great pleasure for Bitty to bob her head and drool from one corner of her mouth, and I rather enjoyed her frequent twitches. “You could have had a Hollywood career,” I observed after a couple minutes went by. “Your foot and hand-prints right out in front of Grauman’s Chinese Theater . . . probably next to Cheetah, the chimp from the Tarzan movies.”
    Bitty stopped twitching long enough to say something pithy, then let her head loll to the side again. I think she was really enjoying her performance.
    One of the doors opened, and a man came out pushing a wide broom along the polished tile floors. I immediately deduced he must be an inmate since his white pants and shirt had wide green horizontal stripes; surely, he would not have deliberately chosen to wear garments that look like they stepped right out of a Dr. Seuss book.
    Bitty leaned toward me and said from the side of her mouth, “Is that The Cat in the Hat ?”
    “No hat,” I replied, and we both giggled.
    See what I mean about our minds running in the same direction far too often? It must be genetics. Some Truevine ancestor has a lot to answer for, in my opinion.
    The inmate looked at us a little suspiciously, and it seemed to me that he made a concerted effort to avoid our area. No doubt, he thought us deranged and dangerous. He would not be the first man to think that.
    After a couple more minutes of drooling and twitching, Bitty righted herself and wiped her chin. “Enough of that,” she said calmly. “I’m sure fits don’t last a long time. Do they?”
    “You’re asking me ? How would I know?”
    “Don’t you remember how you used to have fits?” Bitty’s wide blue eyes looked guileless, but I knew better.
    “They were not fits . Low blood sugar. Not at all the same thing.”
    “Still, you used to drool and twitch.”
    Rather coldly I said, “I did not drool.”
    Bitty patted my knee. “Never mind, honey. Your secret is safe with me. I’ll never let on to Kit Coltrane about your condition.”
    Before I could remind her that it had been years since I had succumbed to any low sugar moments, and that I had no condition to tell Kit about, she said, “Not that he would care. That man looks at you like he could just eat you up with a spoon.”
    Bitty certainly knows how to shut me up, just when I’m ready to tell her a thing
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