“She had insisted that Toots and the others remain out of her kitchen, explaining that she didn’t need any distractions. As was the norm, Toots flipped her the bird. Then she and the girls took up temporary residence in the formal living room. They were all half watching Antiques Roadshow when they heard a car pull up in the driveway. “I bet that’s Goebel. I hope to hell he found something. This waiting is making me nuts,” Sophie said. A loud knock-knock-knock could be heard from the foyer, and ...Toots raced to answer the door, with Sophie, Ida, and Mavis trailing her like three baby chicks. Toots opened the door, revealing a spiffed-up, slicked-back, and shiny Goebel. His thinning brown hair was neatly combed. He wore a pair of beige Dockers, a white polo shirt that clearly outlined the shape of his stomach, topped off with a navy jacket. There was no trace of the stubby, smelly cigar. “Come in. We’ve been expecting you,” Toots said. “I hope you’re hungry, because Bernice is cooking up a storm in honor of your visit and has forbidden any of us to enter her kitchen.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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