didn’t do terribly bad out in Utah even though we didn’t have a plan. That won’t happen again. Yet we pulled it off. And hopefully, we learned from our mistakes.”
“We have cabin fever. Winters up here are the pits,” Kathryn said defensively.
“They weren’t the pits when Charles was here,” Myra said.
“Maybe they weren’t the pits for you, but they were for the rest of us,” Nikki said. “All we can do is read, watch TV, eat, and shovel snow. So, don’t blow smoke in our direction. You need to let it go and join in. Otherwise, I’m going to follow Annie’s lead, leave the mountain, and take my chances.”
The others murmured agreement. Myra stood up and walked over to the fireplace, where she held out her hands for warmth even though the room was stifling hot. She knew Annie and the girls were right. It was time to move on without Charles. She turned around, and observed, “Annie and Nikki are right. I’m sorry, I really am. I just…It’s hard to turn your back on a lifetime of love and devotion that…that wasn’t returned. I think my pity party has just come to an end. I can’t promise I won’t have a relapse, and if I do, Annie, you get the first shot at pushing me off the mountain.”
“Now that’s the Myra I know and love,” Annie said happily, clapping her hands. “Let’s clean up this mess and get on with it. I have something to tell you all. And the reason I’m the one who is going to be doing the telling is because as usual I am the one who answered the damn phone. And, no, it is not about Charles, so don’t even go there. What do you think of that?”
“What? What?” Myra and the girls chorused.
Annie crossed her arms over her chest as she looked pointedly at the dinner table. The women scurried to clear away the remains of the dinner no one but Annie had eaten. Only when Annie heard the hum of the dishwasher did she relax and sit down.
“Tell us,” Yoko said.
“Weather permitting, even not permitting, we are due to have guests tomorrow evening. I’m not sure who all is coming but I know for sure Harry, Jack, and Bert will be here. I expect we’ll know more later. Having said that, someone had better come up with a menu that three strapping men will like.”
“What’s going on? Are we going to be planning a mission? Does someone need our help?” Alexis asked, her dark eyes shining with excitement.
“Yes and yes. And it came through Mr. Cricket in Las Vegas, who more or less turned it over to Lizzie, who then got in touch with Maggie and Jack early this morning, at which point Jack brought Harry and Bert into it. I don’t have too many details but Maggie said we are absolutely going to LOVE this mission.”
“That’s it? That’s all she said? Come on, Annie, I know Maggie told you more than that,” Nikki said.
Satisfied that she had everyone’s attention, Annie leaned toward the table. “Well, she did say a wee bit more. ”
Suddenly Myra was on her feet and standing behind Annie’s chair. “And that wee bit more would be what? ” she asked, wrapping her hands around Annie’s throat.
“The new president wants our help because her brand-new administration is full of guys who like to hire hookers. Something about the Happy Day Camp outside Vegas, which is a brothel!” Annie gasped.
“Oh, good Lord,” Myra said, making her way to her chair where she sat down with a loud thump.
“Madams and johns?” Kathryn asked, her eyes as big as saucers.
“Right down to camp counselors, and I will leave it to your imagination as to who those beautiful, long-legged ‘counselors’ were. The camp boys are members of the administration, congressmen, senators, a couple of ambassadors. Name it, and they all went to camp. Not once, but twice!” Annie said happily as she looked around at the shocked faces of her Sisters.
“How long have you known about this?” Myra asked ominously.
“Just never you mind, Myra Rutledge. You were so busy feeling sorry
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