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Karma is a Vampire (The Gossip of Mysterious Lane #2)
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Karma felt like a chicken that’d recently lost its head. The tiniest thread was the only portion left of her sanity. If it wasn’t her mother demanding she call the florist, it was her soon-to-be sister panicking because she hadn’t heard from Hank yet.
“The plane landed an hour ago,” she shrieked when yet another attempt went to voicemail. “What if they crashed?”
“The plane landed an hour ago,” she shrieked when yet another attempt went to voicemail. “What if they crashed?”
Seemingly the only voice of reason, Karma shrugged. “They didn’t crash. It’d be all over the news if they had.”
Instead of relaxing, Ramona’s eyes popped wide, her breath sawed in and out of her lungs in staggered puffs. Karma’s mother, Marion turned a glare on her daughter. She raced to Ramona’s side, patting her hand.
“I’m sure they’re fine, dear. Probably delayed at baggage claim.”
“I’m sure they’re fine, dear. Probably delayed at baggage claim.”
Hyperventilation was only a breath or two away. “Will you please do something?”
“What do you want me to do?” Karma matched her mother’s subdued panic tone, which earned her a look capable of frying an egg.
“Get a bag or something. We cannot have her out cold when your brother arrives.”
“Hopefully he beats the ambulance,” Karma muttered.
“Not funny, Karma.” Apparently Marion had lost her sense of humor, but Ramona had not. Her attempt at a giggle came out a snort and a coughing fit. Her face resembled a tomato as Karma ran down the hall in search of a paper sack. The task sounded easy enough, but boxes were too big—and square. Packing peanuts were out. Maybe she could fashion a paper sack with paper towels and Duck Tape.
Karma found some bags in a box in the bride’s room. But the damned things were plastic. Would that even work? She wasn’t sure. She doubted it. The last thing she needed was to suffocate the sister she’d always wanted.
Good hell! It should not be that hard to find a paper sack!
The last possible location was the kitchen. Karma rummaged through cabinets, slamming doors as she went. Under the sink she struck gold—or brown, as it were. One single, solitary brown paper sack. Okay, so the thing was big enough to hold an entire cart of groceries, but by damn, beggars couldn’t be choosers.
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:-) I throughly enjoyed this. I can't remember the last time I saw a large brown paper sack/bag
ReplyDeleteI would have gone with the plastic bag.
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