like a phoenix rising fromthe ashes, will stand a six-story, twelve-unit, glorious, beautiful, stunning condominium!â
âMy God!â Jeanne gasped.
âLordy, Lordy,â Rochelle muttered.
âMad as a hatter,â Arlene declared angrily. âWhereâs my wooden spoon? Iâm going to beat some sense into that woman!â
âSo,â Herself went on as her guests applauded enthusiastically, âhop on the Twenty-first Century Express for the ride of your life!â The band began to play; Vivian chimed in with a lusty, if rusty, version of âChattanooga Choo Choo.â
The neighbors had begun talking at once. Judith marched up to Joe, who appeared to be under attack from Ted Ericson and three of the Dooleys.
âDid you know about this?â Judith demanded of her husband, dispensing with good manners for interrupting an irate Ted.
âHell, no!â Joe retorted. âThatâs just what I was trying to tellââ
A commotion broke out by the bandstand. Arlene hadnât been kidding. She was trying to get at Vivian, wielding her wooden spoon as if it were a mace. Billy Buss was trying to restrain her. The band kept playing, but Herself stopped singing and stepped backward, falling into the bass drum.
Billyâs muscle finally overcame Arleneâs rage. She shrieked as he hauled her away from the bandstand, where the musicians had abruptly stopped the music while the drummer helped Vivian stand up. Halfway across the cul-de-sac, Billy released Arlene. Still clutching the wooden spoon, she whacked her enemy on the head. He reeled slightly just as Carl Rankers hurried to the site of the melee.
âDonât,â the usually unflappable Carl warned Billy, âever lay a hand on my wife again! If my darling wants to whack somebody with her spoon, let her do it. That spoon belonged to her grandmother, and itâs whacked plenty of people better than you in the last hundred years!â
Billy shot Carl a menacing look. Frankie Buss put a hand on his brotherâs shoulder. âCâmon, Billy, have another drink.â
Judith glared at Joe. âAnd you told me to stop looking for trouble! Now what have you got to say for yourself about Herself?â
âOkay, okay,â Joe said, holding his hands in front of him as if he expected either his wife or Arlene to go on the attack. âBut how the hell would I know Vivian intended to build a condo?â
âYou mightâve guessed sheâd do something disruptive,â Judith asserted. âI just had that feelingââ She stopped, seeing Gertrude hurtling across the cul-de-sac in her wheelchair. âMother? Have you defected from the enemy camp?â Judith asked.
Gertrude ignored her daughter, heading for Arlene. âYou okay, kiddo?â Judith heard her mother ask.
âOh, great!â Clapping her hands to her temples, Judith whirled aroundâand bumped into Naomi Stein. âSorry,â she apologized. âMy mother must be having a loyalty crisis. All her sympathy is for Arlene, but being so ornery, she likes Vivian, too. Iâm the one left out in the cold. Or the heat, in this case. Oh, damn, Iâm going inside to mope!â
âPoor you!â Naomi exclaimed, but her sympathy was lost on Judith, who fled toward the B&B. Shutting the front door to muffle the noise from outside, she went into the living room, grabbed the phone from the cherrywood table, and called her cousin on the other side of the hill.
âWe just got back from our Block Watch party,â Renie said, answering on the second ring and sounding chipper. âThey ate all of my chickens. Howâd your potluck turn out?â
âA disaster,â Judith said, collapsing onto one of the matching sofas. âYou wonât believe what Iâm going to tell you.â
Five minutes later, Renie got a word in edgewise. âBut I do believe it,â she insisted.
Chelsea Camaron, Ryan Michele