Title: An Unsavory Mess, Eugenna Patterson Mysteries, Book t
Author: Tyora Moody
Genre: Fiction & Literature
ISBN-13 : 979-8750293407
Publisher : Tymm Publishing LLC (October 26, 2021)
Publication date : October 26, 2021
Print length : 199 pages
Reading time : 3-4 hours
Paperback: $12.99
Kindle: $3.99
Description
Eugeena Patterson usually doesn’t have a problem putting her nose where it doesn’t belong. After her last mystery-busting incident, she’s determined to hang up her amateur sleuth hat. Or at least that’s what she’s telling Amos and her family.
When her long-time friend, Rosemary Gladstone, encourages her to attend their high school reunion, Eugeena decides it wouldn’t hurt. All is well until Eugeena and Rosemary face off with their number one enemy from high school. What should have been a celebration, hits a sour note when their nemesis is found dead, not too long after a very public disagreement.
There is no rest for the weary as Eugeena dives into another mystery. She doesn’t have a choice since she has to clear herself and Rosemary from being considered murder suspects.
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I looked good! Felt like a million bucks and that didn’t happen too often for a sistah like me. I’d had some bad days for the past few months. Experiencing a good day for a change lifted my spirits.
I couldn’t remember the last time I dressed up in formal clothes. Tonight, I wore a burgundy dress with sequins embroidered on the front. Now I still struggled with my weight, so my brand-new Spanx had me feeling younger. I almost forgot I’d been wearing it, and that alone was enough to make me smile.
What really had me grinning like a schoolgirl was the man in front of me.
Amos Jones, my husband.
Still newlyweds, we married eight months ago, and despite some unforeseeable incidents, we continued to enjoy each other’s company. That’s all that mattered. Right now, we danced like we were teenagers again to “Fire” by the Ohio Players. I believe it was the first time we’d partied since our wedding.
I have to thank my bestie, Rosemary Gladstone, who berated me a few weeks ago about my desire to skip yet another high school reunion. Still grieving for my first husband, I avoided the fortieth class reunion. The reason for me skipping the others, I couldn’t recall. This was the first time Rosemary had chaired the reunion committee, so the least I could do was support her. The high school classmate who had previously kept the tradition sadly passed away and someone else had to pick up the reins.
Rosemary had been the manager of events at the Charleston Place Hotel for years. Since she oversaw bookings at the hotel all the time, it was quite easy for her to reserve the ballroom for our forty-fifth reunion. The grand and historical building offered an elegant setting. I did not know where Rosemary found the disco balls, but the glittering lights were perfect and hypnotized me back into time.
The DJ changed to a more mellow song which was fine by me. My body reminded me I was sixty-two. I smiled and swayed to “Ain’t Nothing Like the Real Thing.” Most people are used to hearing the version by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell, but I had a sweet spot for the version sung by Aretha Franklin. Her voice touched my soul.
Amos did a shuffle and winked at me. “May I have this dance?”
“Absolutely.” I placed my arm around his shoulder, oblivious to everyone around us.
I was truly grateful for how much I loved this man.
Amos had been by my side for quite a few years before we were hitched. Neighbors and both widows, it seemed like a likely pairing for a second time down the altar. I think what really brought us together was the fact that I had a tendency to stick my nose into places that often involved a dead body. Amos, being a former homicide detective, always came to my rescue.
The last time, I really got into hot water. Though my purpose was to clear Amos’ daughter from being a prime suspect in a murder, I was surprised by the actual murderer. So I have since promised my family there would be no more amateur sleuth adventures from me. I felt good about making that promise. In all honesty, the last incident scared me to pieces. I couldn’t sleep for weeks. Sometimes I still woke Amos up after having a nightmare.
The song changed over to “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love.” I looked at Amos. “Now I love some Barry White, but my feet have had enough.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad we attended your reunion tonight.”
“Me too. I didn’t think showing up at my forty-fifth high school reunion would be so much fun. Or maybe I need to get out more, Mr. Jones.”
Amos threw his head back and laughed. “We are retired. There’s no reason we can’t do a lot more. I told you we could even travel if you want.”
The thought had occurred to me a few times; I hadn’t taken a vacation in a long time. Before we walked back to our table, Amos and I helped ourselves to a second plate from the serving table. Dancing worked up an appetite. The reunion had been catered by the local restaurant, the Chicken Shack. There were an array of wings, both fried and roasted arranged on large platters. Tiny cups of sauce like ranch, honey mustard and barbecue were nearby. The addition of a honey flavored biscuit and iced tea to my plate had me feeling like I was walking on a cloud.
Dancing and eating good food. I couldn’t have asked for a better Saturday night.
While Amos and I munched, I took another moment to look around at my classmates. We were all in our early sixties, but everyone for the most part was looking good. I caught sight of Rosemary across the room.
Now Rosemary was about my size, but unlike me, she was still a beauty. I’d never been the beauty queen type, but Rosemary had won many competitions in her day. There weren’t many times, except during her downtime at home, when her face wasn’t flawlessly made up. She kept her hair dyed honey blond, making sure no gray hair ever appeared.
She wore her favorite color tonight. The mauve dress hung slightly off one of Rosemary’s shoulders and accentuated her curves. Somehow, she defied her age, appearing younger than the rest of us.
Right now my friend’s caramel face appeared mottled with red marks on her cheeks and she was glaring at something or someone across the room.
Amos asked, “Something wrong?”
“I don’t know, but Rosemary is looking upset. That’s not like her. She’s the most jovial person I know. Let me see what’s going on. I know she was stressed about coordinating this reunion, but she’s done a fabulous job.”
“I agree. Let’s go over and see if she needs our help with anything.”
That’s my Amos. Who knew a man could be so thoughtful.
As I approached, I watched Rosemary wipe her eyes.
Who has my sistahfriend crying?
Now, I knew this was serious. Rosemary was like me. We had to be really angry and upset for you to make us cry. I rushed over. “Rosemary, what’s wrong?”
She turned and looked at me. “You will know in a second; she’s on her way over here. She started trouble as soon as she walked in the door.”
“What?” I spun around, and then sucked in a breath. “What’s she doing here? I thought she didn’t RSVP.”
Rosemary cleared her throat. “She told me herself that she would never come to one of these if I coordinated it. She said Pauline was the best.”
Pauline Jackson had died a few years back. The former class president faithfully coordinated reunions and even cruise trips for members of our class. She was truly a force to be reckoned with until cancer got to her. I’d heard she was diagnosed before the last reunion, but kept the party going regardless. Pauline was a dear, but her best friend was hell on wheels or in this case tonight, hell on heels.
As she marched our way, Georgia Hayes’ sourpuss face was on full display. This was her standard ‘I don’t like this at all and I’m going to tell you so’ face. One would think she had grown up after forty-five years. But Georgia had always been a petty person, always looking for trouble. And even though she had the looks, she seemed to be really insecure, especially around other pretty females like Rosemary.
My only real run-in with Georgia had to do with knowing how much she really wanted Ralph Patterson in high school. She was Ralph’s girlfriend briefly during high school, probably right before he started courting me. When everyone found out about my pregnancy, I recall Georgia having the meanest reaction. She had the nerve to accuse me of holding Ralph back with my pregnancy. The crazy thing, for many years after I’d married Ralph, I believed her. Other than this ancient history, I rarely ran into Georgia, even though we both lived in Charleston.
Now Rosemary and Georgia’s clashes were intense. Both considered the prettiest girls in our class, their rivalry drew attention school-wide. Rosemary kept her good Christian girl demeanor while Georgia’s reputation strayed a bit more risqué with the boys. Both women competed for everything, including homecoming queen, prom queen, and even captain of the cheerleading squad.
I steeled myself as the woman approached, preparing myself for whatever was about to happen.
Georgia had always been a slim woman, and even now in her early sixties, she remained slim. And although she tried to cover it with makeup, I could see age had taken a toll on her. Tonight, she wore a sequined silver dress with matching heels. The outfit would have been cute on a much younger woman with curves.
The dress hung like an expensive sack of potatoes on Georgia.
She launched into her tirade. “Did you really have to have the reunion in this fancy place? Are you too good for the high school gym?”
Rosemary looked at her, fist balled. “I tried to have it at the high school, but there are lots of events going on this month. I didn’t want to risk losing the opportunity. Besides, for our age group, the ballroom presents a more comfortable environment. A lot of our classmates live out of town and it’s easier for them to be near their hotel rooms. The high school is nowhere near any kind of convenience.”
Georgia waved her hand as if knocking a fly away. “Oh, you just want to make sure everything goes your way as you did in high school.”
Rosemary rolled her eyes. “Really, Georgia, why are you being so dramatic? Just enjoy yourself. Pauline would have loved this.”
“How would you know? You weren’t friends.”
Rosemary sighed. “Pauline and I got along just fine. In fact, the year before she coordinated the Bahamas cruise, she reached out to me about the ballroom. But it was booked.”
Georgia’s expression didn’t change, but the mention of her friend seemed to make her grow angrier. “I don’t believe you. Pauline would have mentioned it to me.”
I looked back and forth from Rosemary to Georgia thinking we all might be in our sixties, but it felt like something had suddenly sucked us back in time.
So, like long ago, I added my two cents. “Look, Rosemary has done a marvelous job with the reunion. Everyone is enjoying themselves. What’s your problem, Georgia?”
Wouldn’t you know, at that very moment, the DJ suddenly had nothing else to play. The sound of my sharp words paralyzed as if someone had turned a spotlight on me. I peered around at the crowd as they stared back at me. The eerie quiet replaced the party mood with something more malevolent that made my skin crawl.
Now I wished I’d stayed home.
About the Author
Tyora Moody is the author of Soul-Searching Mysteries which includes cozy mystery, women sleuth mystery, and mystery romance under the Christian Fiction genre. Her books include the Eugeena Patterson Mysteries, Reed Family Series, Serena Manchester Mysteries, and the Victory Gospel Family Series.
As a literary-focused entrepreneur, she has assisted countless authors via her company, Tywebbin Creations LLC since 1999. Popular services include book covers, book formatting, and virtual author assistant services. She writes the nonfiction series, The Literary Entrepreneur, under the pen name, Ty Moody.
When Tyora isn’t working for a literary client, she’s either loving on her cats, listening to an audiobook or podcast, binge-watching crime shows or Marvel movies, and of course, thinking about the next book. To contact Tyora about book club discussions or to sign-up for her newsletter, visit her online at TyoraMoody.com.
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