Submitted by Babe Chinnery as told to Rosemary Harris, author of the Dirty Business mystery series
Legend has it I Got You, Babe was the song my late husband Pete and I danced to at our wedding some years back. Actually it was I Fooled Around and Fell in Love. I was a backup singer and Pete Chinnery was a roadie until we hit the ripe old age of (cough, cough) and decided to take the dough we made selling rock and roll memorabilia and use it as a down payment on a rundown diner in Springfield, Connecticut. We renovated, gave it a tropical paint job and renamed it Paradise because that what it was for us and our twin boys - until Pete met an untimely death when a crazed tag sale shopper hit the brakes for a yard sale and sent Pete, his motorcycle and another member of The Son Also Rises Christian Bikers Club into the great beyond.
Since then I've gotten used to being on my own - although I'm not really. My sons are grown and gone to California and Colorado but they've been replaced by a steady stream of diner regulars including truckers, suburban moms, revolving waitresses, ladies who lunch and one relative newcomer, Paula Holliday. She's a transplanted city girl who's had a few problems adjusting to life in the 'burbs but after a few years she's finally getting the hang of it. She a terrible businesswoman, but a great gardener and a loyal friend and I do whatever I can to steer business opportunities her way.
When she's not digging in the garden - you guessed it - she's not afraid to get her hands dirty solving crimes. You wouldn't think a town like Springfield had that much crime, but as Mike O'Malley, our chunky but lovable local cop, says, "we have everything the big city has, just a little less of it." Besides - you can only garden eight months out of the year in the northeast, the rest of the time Paula can hang out at the diner, visit friends and occasionally poke her nose into other people's business. I suppose it's my fault she got involved in her latest escapade. All I did was suggest she go to New York to help a reclusive artist who's a pal of mine. Who knew it would turn into a real Slugfest?
I had a few adventures of my own when I was traveling with the band. I do think I deserve my own book but for now, if you want to know more about me, there's a free short story that takes place twenty years before I met Paula on Rosemary Harris' website www.rosemaryharris.com. (Wasn't that nice of her?) The story is called Growing Up is for Losers and if you read it, you'll find out what my real name is. Rosemary says the first five people to email her at firstname.lastname@example.org with my real name will receive signed copies of Pushing Up Daisies, the first book in her mystery series. Good deal.
So, honey...I recommend the donuts, but what's your favorite diner food? Let the folks at Killer Characters know and maybe I'll put it on the menu at the Paradise Diner. What'll ya have?