More Muffia (The Muffia Book 2) by Ann Royal Nicholas Page B
Authors: Ann Royal Nicholas
Tags: Romantic Comedy
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on so many levels, but I don’t think the average Moscovite would know the difference. They still think of him as the little kid from ‘Third Rock from the Sun.’ ”
Before we hung up, we agreed to choose our site, sign up for a webinar about online dating, write our profiles, and talk again in a couple of days, once the profiles of our dream dates started pouring in. Though significant energy would likely be expended before I met someone I liked, I needed to distract myself with at least the idea of another man if I was going to resist Steven. And having Vicki doing it with me ensured I’d follow through. This time, I vowed to myself, just like the woman who goes on and off her diet, I would turn my life around.
CHAPTER 4
Food and alcoholic beverages are a vital part of any gathering of The Muffia Book Club. Talking about what book we were supposed to have read is just value added. The real reason we created the book club is to give ourselves a pretext for seeing each other and doing the aforementioned eating and drinking.
I needed to see my Muffs. It had been six weeks since the last book club gathering, and a few of the women I hadn’t talked to since. That’s far too long, especially when I need them for moral support so as not to fall off the Steven abstinence wagon, as I was in danger of doing. In my mind, our next book club meeting couldn’t get here soon enough.
Pre-book club meal planning is the job—but mostly joy—of the hostess who selects the book to be discussed at the next meeting. With book club coming up in a few days at Rachel’s, there were bound to be a flurry of emails going back and forth to get the details straight about who was bringing what. Sometimes it could take half an hour or more to figure out what was happening, what with all the double-entendres and tangents the Muffs went off on in their emails. It was easy to miss some piece of critical information, or worse, assume one had an understanding of what was happening, only to have everything change a few emails later. So that evening after work, I sat down with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc to find out what was what.
From: [email protected]
To: The Muffs
Re: Next Meeting
Just a reminder ladies—Next Muff meet is Tuesday, 7:30, chez moi. Hike to the Hollywood sign beforehand if anyone’s interested? LMK We’ll have a white trash meal in honor of Jeannette and will make poulet frite (bear with me, I’m learning French). We need drink, bread, hors d’oeuvres, salad, and a veggie dish, so let me know, s’il vous plait. Quinn, are you back? BTW, every painting from “Nude Men without Faces” sold in under two hours. Isn’t that outrageous?! The next series could either be “More Nude Men Without Faces” or “Nude Men Missing...?” What do you think? Looking forward to seeing everyone, with faces on.
Rachel went through guys faster than seemed healthy, but is this the reason she reduced them to mere bodies—now possibly without body parts? Why did she take their faces away? This latest series of paintings had a few Muffs concerned.
From: [email protected]
To: The Muffs
Re: Next Meeting
Will bring vegetarian dish, as I am still “no meat” in solidarity with Troy. Can’t wait to talk about Jeannette, who spent so many years going to bed after eating only weeds! ~ K.
PS—Happy to report Saul and I are working it out, yay! And you cannot believe what’s going on next door to me. Will tell all at roundy-round.
Troy is Kiki and Saul’s son who just turned fourteen and is a serious animal lover— to the point he almost got killed getting out of the car in freeway traffic last year to save a dog. I was happy to learn her marriage was on the mend, but more explanation was needed on that as well as what was happening with her neighbors.
From:[email protected]
To: The Muffs
Re: Next Meeting
I’ll bring a pie! Kiki, great news about you and Saul! I think I can be there for the hike,
Before we hung up, we agreed to choose our site, sign up for a webinar about online dating, write our profiles, and talk again in a couple of days, once the profiles of our dream dates started pouring in. Though significant energy would likely be expended before I met someone I liked, I needed to distract myself with at least the idea of another man if I was going to resist Steven. And having Vicki doing it with me ensured I’d follow through. This time, I vowed to myself, just like the woman who goes on and off her diet, I would turn my life around.
CHAPTER 4
Food and alcoholic beverages are a vital part of any gathering of The Muffia Book Club. Talking about what book we were supposed to have read is just value added. The real reason we created the book club is to give ourselves a pretext for seeing each other and doing the aforementioned eating and drinking.
I needed to see my Muffs. It had been six weeks since the last book club gathering, and a few of the women I hadn’t talked to since. That’s far too long, especially when I need them for moral support so as not to fall off the Steven abstinence wagon, as I was in danger of doing. In my mind, our next book club meeting couldn’t get here soon enough.
Pre-book club meal planning is the job—but mostly joy—of the hostess who selects the book to be discussed at the next meeting. With book club coming up in a few days at Rachel’s, there were bound to be a flurry of emails going back and forth to get the details straight about who was bringing what. Sometimes it could take half an hour or more to figure out what was happening, what with all the double-entendres and tangents the Muffs went off on in their emails. It was easy to miss some piece of critical information, or worse, assume one had an understanding of what was happening, only to have everything change a few emails later. So that evening after work, I sat down with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc to find out what was what.
From: [email protected]
To: The Muffs
Re: Next Meeting
Just a reminder ladies—Next Muff meet is Tuesday, 7:30, chez moi. Hike to the Hollywood sign beforehand if anyone’s interested? LMK We’ll have a white trash meal in honor of Jeannette and will make poulet frite (bear with me, I’m learning French). We need drink, bread, hors d’oeuvres, salad, and a veggie dish, so let me know, s’il vous plait. Quinn, are you back? BTW, every painting from “Nude Men without Faces” sold in under two hours. Isn’t that outrageous?! The next series could either be “More Nude Men Without Faces” or “Nude Men Missing...?” What do you think? Looking forward to seeing everyone, with faces on.
Rachel went through guys faster than seemed healthy, but is this the reason she reduced them to mere bodies—now possibly without body parts? Why did she take their faces away? This latest series of paintings had a few Muffs concerned.
From: [email protected]
To: The Muffs
Re: Next Meeting
Will bring vegetarian dish, as I am still “no meat” in solidarity with Troy. Can’t wait to talk about Jeannette, who spent so many years going to bed after eating only weeds! ~ K.
PS—Happy to report Saul and I are working it out, yay! And you cannot believe what’s going on next door to me. Will tell all at roundy-round.
Troy is Kiki and Saul’s son who just turned fourteen and is a serious animal lover— to the point he almost got killed getting out of the car in freeway traffic last year to save a dog. I was happy to learn her marriage was on the mend, but more explanation was needed on that as well as what was happening with her neighbors.
From:[email protected]
To: The Muffs
Re: Next Meeting
I’ll bring a pie! Kiki, great news about you and Saul! I think I can be there for the hike,
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