Dear reader, I’ve returned. Not heat, nor the dark of night would keep your Miss Comportment from walking the five blocks to the Riverside and collecting three fresh bottles.
Mission accomplished, a bit sweatier for having done so.
Now that my cup runs over once again, back to the Carson and Lindy show.
Surely our Bitsy is twisted as a pretzel that her beloved son-in-law is in business with this newcomer who has done little else, near as I can tell, but buy his way into Middle Valley. Donations here, investments there – as if he wants to be king. Even wooing our fair Elyse, still reeling from her own divorce from Bernie … I fear very deeply for her heart.
My sources are abuzz on the subject, many skeptical of its viability. (I won’t tell you what Cassie just shared with me on the subject, it being a busy evening in there tonight.)
In fact, dear reader, some are wondering whether the infamous “creative differences” will soon be the words on the street. Publishing is a grind, my friends, and the truth is neither Carson nor Lindy have ever worked in a factory …
Then there is the matter of Tracey, his former business partner’s fiancé. The woman came all the way from California to try to separate him from a share of the proceeds from selling his former business. As one who considers herself a keen observer of the human condition, I’ll just go ahead and say it – whether or not Tracey has any legal rights to some of Carson’s fortune, I absolutely do not trust him.
Lindy, who followed Mercury from his home in Europe to Middle Valley, is also devoting himself full time to the startup, and certainly less time for his young marriage. Once again, one of Middle Valley’s own falls for an outsider. (What is this trend here – our women chasing bright, shiny objects … er, men?)
Not that his mother-in-law, Bitsy, would allow him to do wrong by her daughter. No, now that the queen of Middle Valley’s social set is back from her house fire, she is poised and ready to roll. I could see her wiggling her way in there, but would Lindy want to work with her? Well … all I can say is I’ll bring the popcorn.
I will say, on a positive note, that I’m happy to see Cassie staying strong amidst the turmoil of Mick’s murder. She’s in trouble, I know, and running the Riverside is no picnic – old building, preservation rules and regulations and all she does all day is listen to other people’s problems. (Note to self: Be sure to ask her how she’s doing. I think there may be more going on there.)
You know who I really need to talk to? That realtor lady Shirley Scott. She does show up at the Riverside from time to time, but I know she handled Carson’s real estate transactions. She must know what the financials are there … and if he’s worthy of all this hero worship Elyse and others are throwing at him.
And Wanda. Wanda, darling, if you’re reading this, you really need to get out of your own way. Promote the town, do your thing. I am sorry about your husband taking his life and all, but the world keeps spinning, you know?
On that note, dear reader, I fear the wine seeped into my fingers and out over the keyboard. I believe I may well have said enough.
Just remember … the story is never over here, not even a little bit, and your Miss Comportment will be right here with all the dirt and details.
Chuckles, go to bed.
Jenny Page