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Mary Daheim's A STREETCAR NAMED EXPIRE Judith and Renie are back in a new Bed-and-Breakfast mystery |
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Name of Detective Judith Grover McMonigle Flynn Sidekick Serena Grover Jones, AKA Renie (my cousin) Hometown Seattle, WA, though we actually never call it that Age 55 (as of Snow Place to Die); actual birth date, 10/7/41 Occupation I run a B&B on Heraldsgate Hill (actually Queen Anne Hill) called Hillside Manor. I've phased out the catering arm, except for desperate requests (i.e., from Renie). First Mystery Solved A fortune teller died at my dining room table in Just Desserts. Because the tragedy could have been disastrous to my fledgling B&B business, I felt I had to help solve the case. Also, the investigating homicide detective was my long lost fiancé, Joe Flynn. Having been dumped by him almost twenty-five years earlier, I suppose I wanted to show him up. I've never admitted as much to him, though. In fact, I don't usually admit it to myself. But then Renie is always telling me I tend to bury my head in the sand like an ostrich, and not face reality. Decisions are often very difficult for me. I always tend to see both sides. If I believed in astrology, I'd say that's because I'm a Libra. Pet Peeves People who don't use logic. I have a very logical mind. Role Model NOT my mother. She's far too crabby. I will NEVER tell Renie this, but if I have a role model, she's it. Renie is sometimes crabby, to, and has a quick temper, but she gets over it. Besides she's a very good sport, and usually humors my sleuthing urges. I also admire her spunk. Hobbies Reading, gardening, jigsaw puzzles Distinguishing Characteristics I'm tall, have always fought to keep my weight down (but that gets easier as I get older-- maybe that's because I run up and down four flights of stairs every day), and I started going gray in my early twenties. Only in recent years have I given in and had some dark streaks added to my hair. I don't care what anyone else says, I think I look like a skunk. Marital Status First married to Dan McMonigle, who weighed over four hundred pounds and blew up at age forty-nine. Second, to Joe Flynn, homicide detective. One son, Michael, who was recently married, and works as a forest ranger. Quote "Keep your pecker up," which was Grandma Grover's mantra. Grandma was not the least bit crude, but she didn't hesitate to offer blunt-- and very sensible-- advice.
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