How's business? LIFE is good. We adopted twins! I'm sure you've heard I'm no longer an athlete. Too hard to be a mom and travel that much. Of all things, I'm an accountant. We're just cruising along!
I did go to a very interesting party last weekend at Tudor Mansion. We were given characters and roles and off we went. I was Miss Scarlet, a beautiful and well to do young aspiring actress. As the twist would have it, I also enjoyed carrying around a lead pipe, just in case, of what, I wasn't quite sure yet. My 'mom' was there, Mrs Peacock, but we're always fighting so my job was to ignore her. My husband was Col. Mustard, retired and pretending to be a writer. Naturally, he had a rope. Off we went to mingle in different rooms of our friends' house. I started in the 'conservatory' while my husband went to the lounge. All of a sudden, there he was! He'd found a secret passage! Then, the housekeeper ran in saying that Mr Black, who of course owns the mansion, you remember him, had been murdered! I know, it's not in the news. Because of the money he was to inherit, we were all sworn to secrecy, but you won't tell. Then that was it. We had to figure out who did it! We were on lock down and I'll tell you what, I couldn't even trust my own husband! I didn't know where he'd been for those first few moments. I was alone so I had no ideas. There were some unusual people! A 'reverend' Green, who may have smuggled, laundered money, and committed some sort of fraud. A Professor Plum who apparently stole some notes from a dead friend and published them. My crazy mom, and the housekeeper who just seemed bitter. While we waited for the 'police' to arrive, we questioned each other. For a long time, they all thought it was me! ME!! He was found in the billiard room, with no marks on him. After a lot of digging, I discovered the professor was carrying a gun, the housekeeper was busy carving dinner, so it wasn't her. And it couldn't have been the Col., because a rope would leave marks. That left Mr Green, with a candlestick and Mrs Peacock with the wrench. As luck would have it, it was my 'mom', Mrs. Peacock. We really couldn't be all that surprised since three of her husbands had mysteriously died. She was very accustomed to killing for money!
It was a wonderful night with great friends. The only thing missing is you, my dear friend Vegas! We need to plan a getaway. It's been too long!
Yours
Domino Effect