okay!”
“Well, as you can see,” he grinned
broadly and made a sweeping gesture from his head to his shoes.
Now that he stood before me without
blood squirting out of his nose, I got a good look at him. He wore a black
leather jacket and perfectly fitted blue jeans. I realized that his dark hair
and piercing green eyes offset his bandaged nose, and he looked hot.
“Are you serious?” I squinted up at him.
“First you-.”
Before I could get really started, Lizzy
ran up and grabbed my arm, “Okay, Annie Oakley, let’s get you outta here.
Janie, can you please put the sweater on hold? Thanks!”
Lizzy and I heard Janie’s “No problem!”
as Lizzy dragged me to the restaurant next door.
On the sidewalk outside Dublin’s Irish
Pub, Lizzy let go of me. I turned to face her, expecting her to be appalled.
All she said was, “My, you are a feisty one, aren’t you?”
That is when I guessed I had made a
friend for life.
I had the grace to look penitent for my
outburst. I hung my head a little, “Yeah, I’ve had a busy couple of days. What
with this project, moving up here, and, uh, hitting that guy with my car door.”
“Oh! Do tell! So you know that guy?”
“If breaking someone’s nose counts for
knowing someone, then yeah.”
Lizzy cocked her eyebrow, “A broken nose
is included in this story? Oh, this is going to be good!”
We promptly went into Dublin’s and got
seated immediately.
Chapter
6
L IZZY AND I ORDERED OUR
FOOD and drinks. I took
Janie’s advice and got the salmon sandwich. Lizzy opted for the Shepherd’s pie.
“Okay, give. You realize you kind of made
quite a scene, right?”
“Good thing it was just you and Janie in
there, then, isn’t it?”
While we waited for our food, I filled
Lizzy on how I got into a little fender-bender. I also shared that I slammed my
car door in Donovan Archer’s face. In context, she said she understood the
exchange a little better now. We had just gotten our food when Janie came into
the restaurant.
Janie asked. “Sorry to interrupt, but I
got a chance to take lunch and thought I’d crash your party. Is that okay?”
“Sure! The more the merrier!”
“Of course!”
While I devoured my salmon sandwich,
Lizzy filled Janie in on the highs and lows from my interviews with Marcos.
They took a brief break for Janie to order her own salmon sandwich for lunch.
Once Lizzy finished telling Janie about Marcos, Janie wasn’t sure what to make
of him either.
“I feel for ya, Annie. That’s a tough
one,” Janie commiserated with me.
“At least the woman who wrote the book
for Liberace was consistently nice. Crazy, but nice,” I bemoaned.
Janie started at my mention of Liberace.
She looked at us questioningly.
“Yeah, consistency really makes a
difference,” Lizzy agreed.
“She certainly wasn’t ‘normal’, but she
never raised her voice. However, I’ll just have to 'man up' and deal with it.
Harry is driving up tonight and I’ll tell him what’s going on then.” As an
aside to Janie, I explained how she wrote the book with Liberace as her
audience.
“Dedicated to him?”
“No, no, he was her actual intended
audience.”
“Wow. So, who’s Harry? How does he
figure into it?” asked Janie.
Lizzy interjected, “He’s Annie’s
Big-time Editor. Go on, Annie, tell Janie what you told me about him.” She took
the last bite of her Shepherd’s pie.
“Eh. He seems okay, but I’m not sure how
vested he is in this project. I have a feeling like this is a personal favor
for someone. He gave me a huge bonus after I almost bailed on the project. He’s
supposed to be bringing it tonight.”
Once Janie had her food, we switched
over to more fun topics. They filled me in on some of the colorful characters
in the area. Lizzy and Janie seemed to know everyone from Egg Harbor to Gill’s
Rock, the southernmost and northernmost towns on Door County’s west coast. I
filed this useful information away for later.
They explained that
“Well, as you can see,” he grinned
broadly and made a sweeping gesture from his head to his shoes.
Now that he stood before me without
blood squirting out of his nose, I got a good look at him. He wore a black
leather jacket and perfectly fitted blue jeans. I realized that his dark hair
and piercing green eyes offset his bandaged nose, and he looked hot.
“Are you serious?” I squinted up at him.
“First you-.”
Before I could get really started, Lizzy
ran up and grabbed my arm, “Okay, Annie Oakley, let’s get you outta here.
Janie, can you please put the sweater on hold? Thanks!”
Lizzy and I heard Janie’s “No problem!”
as Lizzy dragged me to the restaurant next door.
On the sidewalk outside Dublin’s Irish
Pub, Lizzy let go of me. I turned to face her, expecting her to be appalled.
All she said was, “My, you are a feisty one, aren’t you?”
That is when I guessed I had made a
friend for life.
I had the grace to look penitent for my
outburst. I hung my head a little, “Yeah, I’ve had a busy couple of days. What
with this project, moving up here, and, uh, hitting that guy with my car door.”
“Oh! Do tell! So you know that guy?”
“If breaking someone’s nose counts for
knowing someone, then yeah.”
Lizzy cocked her eyebrow, “A broken nose
is included in this story? Oh, this is going to be good!”
We promptly went into Dublin’s and got
seated immediately.
Chapter
6
L IZZY AND I ORDERED OUR
FOOD and drinks. I took
Janie’s advice and got the salmon sandwich. Lizzy opted for the Shepherd’s pie.
“Okay, give. You realize you kind of made
quite a scene, right?”
“Good thing it was just you and Janie in
there, then, isn’t it?”
While we waited for our food, I filled
Lizzy on how I got into a little fender-bender. I also shared that I slammed my
car door in Donovan Archer’s face. In context, she said she understood the
exchange a little better now. We had just gotten our food when Janie came into
the restaurant.
Janie asked. “Sorry to interrupt, but I
got a chance to take lunch and thought I’d crash your party. Is that okay?”
“Sure! The more the merrier!”
“Of course!”
While I devoured my salmon sandwich,
Lizzy filled Janie in on the highs and lows from my interviews with Marcos.
They took a brief break for Janie to order her own salmon sandwich for lunch.
Once Lizzy finished telling Janie about Marcos, Janie wasn’t sure what to make
of him either.
“I feel for ya, Annie. That’s a tough
one,” Janie commiserated with me.
“At least the woman who wrote the book
for Liberace was consistently nice. Crazy, but nice,” I bemoaned.
Janie started at my mention of Liberace.
She looked at us questioningly.
“Yeah, consistency really makes a
difference,” Lizzy agreed.
“She certainly wasn’t ‘normal’, but she
never raised her voice. However, I’ll just have to 'man up' and deal with it.
Harry is driving up tonight and I’ll tell him what’s going on then.” As an
aside to Janie, I explained how she wrote the book with Liberace as her
audience.
“Dedicated to him?”
“No, no, he was her actual intended
audience.”
“Wow. So, who’s Harry? How does he
figure into it?” asked Janie.
Lizzy interjected, “He’s Annie’s
Big-time Editor. Go on, Annie, tell Janie what you told me about him.” She took
the last bite of her Shepherd’s pie.
“Eh. He seems okay, but I’m not sure how
vested he is in this project. I have a feeling like this is a personal favor
for someone. He gave me a huge bonus after I almost bailed on the project. He’s
supposed to be bringing it tonight.”
Once Janie had her food, we switched
over to more fun topics. They filled me in on some of the colorful characters
in the area. Lizzy and Janie seemed to know everyone from Egg Harbor to Gill’s
Rock, the southernmost and northernmost towns on Door County’s west coast. I
filed this useful information away for later.
They explained that
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