“Yes, Moon, I know the mailman was just here…” Jessie told her rather bouncy white Sheppard as she followed him down the stairs from her apartment to the small foyer that would eventually lead her into her book store.
As usual the store front was quiet except for the Spanish music playing over the sound system, turned down so that it wouldn’t be a bother. Chuy stood behind the front counter and sorted out the mail. Without looking up he handed a letter to his boss.
“Please tell me that’s not a bill,” she didn’t think she could handle bills this morning.
“Nope. From your favorite knitting sleuth.”
“Miss Marple?” For a moment she wasn’t sure if she should be excited to hear from the elderly woman or hand it to Moon to see if he could detect explosives. You could never tell about her. Deciding to chance it she opened up the letter.
“Uh oh,” Chuy could see that whatever was in the note it wasn’t a ‘hi how are you deary’ kind of note.
“Could you tell Parker that I went fishing?”
“Yeah…fishing. I know how to fish believe it or not,” she said back over her shoulder. “Can I borrow your car?”
Contrary to what Miss Marple believed Jessie did, in-fact, know how to fish; it had just been ages since she had – like fourteen after she had read Hemmingway’s The Old Man and the Sea. Her grandfather had taken her up to the Finger Lakes.
Jessie smiled at the memory as she looked at the address on the envelope then stopped and looked out the windshield of her borrowed car at a sign that pointed to the Pan Fish Pond. A few more yards and the parking lot came into view. Hopping out she gathered her things just as the Mario Brother’s theme song played on her cell.
“Is she there?”
Jessie looked around the pond at the various people fishing until the familiar figure came into view. “Aye.”
“Please be nice…”
She picked a spot well away from the others so her conversation wouldn’t disturb anyone and put her equipment down before switching her cell to speaker phone. “She’s lucky I don’t push her in. Then she’d have the right to call me pushy.”
“Just ignore her.” Chuy heard a disgusted snort from the phone a comment of ‘get on there you squirmy little bugger’ then the whirl of the reel as the line stretched out over the water. “Have fun Jess.”
“Yeah, right…oh oh oh I think I got one! Chuy I gotta go!” She completely ignored the dial tone as she jerked her rod to set the hook and began reeling it in. “With my… bloody luck…I’ve caught…the old…busy... body…”
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