“Yeah, talk about life in the fast lane,” said Barb.
“We have our very own Jessica Fletcher,” said Ethel.
“Coreyville is no Cabot Cove, Ethel,” said Barb.
“I don’t know,” said Jane, “we do have a dumb sheriff.”
“Chief of police,” corrected Ginger. “And he’s not dumb. He’s just a little young and bull-headed. But he’s gonna be okay.”
“Yeah—as long as you help him out,” said Barb.
“Right,” said Jane.
“No,” said Ginger. “This is it for me. I’m hanging it up. The only reason I got involved this time was because of Lacey.”
“So, what if it’s one of us next time, Ginge?” said Barb. “Suppose Ethel is suspected of robbing a liquor store?”
“Yeah,” said Ethel, “surely you’d come out of retirement to save me.”
“Let’s just try to stay out of trouble,” said Jane. “Ginger has more important things to deal with now.”
“Like what?” said Barb.
“Jane.” Ginger gave her the evil eye.
But Jane couldn’t help herself. “Ginger had a date with Elijah last night.”
“Ooh,” said Ethel.
“Details,” said Barb.
“See what you’ve done,” said Ginger, glaring at Jane.
“Well, that’s what you get for telling just one of us,” said Barb. “And why did you pick Jane instead of me?”
“I didn’t pick her,” said Ginger. “She pried it out of me.”
“So, how was it?” said Ethel.
“Yeah,” said Barb, “did you get any tongue?”
“Barb!” said Ginger.
They laughed at Ginger uncontrollably. Finally, she joined them.
She looked forward to many more Saturday nights with the Domino Girls. And many more kisses from Elijah.
THE END
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