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marriage to Doreen, and not to mention that this is my busy season). However, I heard all about it immediately afterward when Lizzie came by to fill me in, telling me that Lisa Leann practiced making chocolate macaroons with matzah cake meal at least five times before she felt she’d gotten it right.
    I smiled. It was now three weeks since my wedding, one week since our little coffee-and-cake get-together.
    “So how do you think it’s going to go?” I asked. “Any more calls for business?”
    “Not yet.”
    I’d poured us some homemade lemonade, and she took a long sip as we stood in my kitchen, leaning our hips against the countertop. “I’m going to take this whole thing very slowly,” she said. “So I’m glad we’re not bombarded with business so far. After all, school is still in session, and I’m not about to leave my job when I’m so close to retirement. When we see where this thing is going, I’ll rethink it. Not to mention that I’m still taking care of Mom.”
    Well, I can’t say that I blame her. Like she said, she is close to retirement and her mother is somewhat senile and living in a nearby assisted living center. Goldie has a good job with Chris Lowe, who is an attorney, Donna has her position with the sheriff’s office, and I’m heading toward April 15th.
    Vonnie is the only one of us fully retired, but she has her hands full taking care of her cantankerous mother, and beyond all that . . . with Lisa Leann at the helm, who knows where this ship will go?
    So, yeah. I vote for taking this one step at a time too, at least until I can get into the real swing of things. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: if it weren’t for me, there’d be no catering club.

Goldie
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    Chilling News
    I am beginning to think I’m married to a pretty wonderful guy.
    Not that I always felt this way. For far too long Jack Dippel was an adulterer. I have to say, though, that since the fall of last year when I left him and his cheating ways and he started counseling with our pastor, he’s become something of a Prince Charming.
    Take last evening, for example. I returned home from work completely exhausted. I work for Chris Lowe, Attorney at Law, and we are in what is known as trial term—a two-week period that rolls around every so often so that the courts hear current cases on the docket. Or, at least as many of them as they can. For those of us who work within the court’s system, it’s a time of great stress and physical fatigue, but necessary nonetheless.
    On my way home I nearly fell asleep at the wheel. If it hadn’t been for Lisa Leann’s call, I would have.
    “Goldie,” she said in that Texas way she has that always gives me the impression she has a nonstop party going on inside her head. “Darlin’, do I have news for you!”
    I blinked at the red traffic light before me. “It must be good. You sound even more excited than usual.”
    “And I am. Listen, now. I just got a phone call from Beverly Jackson. Do you know who I’m talking about?”
    “Of course I do, Lisa Leann. I’ve lived in this town since I was a child bride. She’s married to Steve Jackson.”
    “Vice president of the bank.”
    The light turned green, and I drove through the intersection. With every turn of the wheel, I was getting closer to home. “I know that. So?”
    “So, Miss-Hurry-Me-Along, she and the ladies of the bank— meaning the female employees and the wives of the male employees— want to throw a bridal shower of unforgettable proportions for Michelle Prattle and—”
    “They want us to cater it!” I squealed.
    Lisa Leann laughed. “You’ve got it, girl.”
    I pressed my hand against my breast and took a deep breath. “Whew! When? Where? How many?”
    Lisa Leann continued to laugh. “One month from today. That gives us just the right amount of time, but we’ll have to keep our noses to the grindstone, as they say. I don’t want anything to go wrong.”
    My mind was suddenly wide open. “I