Friday, April 20, 2012

What Do You Do When Your Life is Stolen?



Francie Vanderhoosen

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The Domestic Diva Mysteries

by Krista Davis




For those of you who don't know me, I'm Francine Vanderhoosen, Sophie Winston's next door neighbor.  I've lived in Old Town most of my adult life.  I know some people pass me off as a cranky old woman, but I don't care.  You get to an age in life where you just tell the truth.  No more pussyfooting around and being fake about things.  Today I invited my friend Olive Greene to blog, but it's not her cuppa, so I figured I'd tell you about her myself.

Olive is the salt of the earth.  She lives to garden.  She couldn't care less about fancy clothes or expensive cars, but you wouldn't believe the gorgeous gardens behind her former home.  She doesn't go in for meticulously trimmed, topiary kind of stuff.  She likes a natural landscape, where bees and birds come because they think they've found heaven.

Olive married Roscoe Greene about a million years ago.  Worked out pretty well for them because his family owned a gardener's supply company called Planter's Punch.  As luck had it, though, old Roscoe's eyes wandered over to his spring chicken of a secretary, Mindy.

Let's just omit the drama and get to the facts.  That little gold digger is now Mrs. Roscoe Greene and living in Olive's home!  What a nightmare.  Apparently Mindy wore a crown at her wedding. What does that tell you? 

Olive handled it in her usual graceful manner.  She bought herself a house and has been busy transforming the lot into a spectacular garden.

She doesn't like to talk about it much, but I know Olive hurts.  To be tossed out and replaced by a younger model like a broken old jalopy is just horrible.

Every year the Greenes host a Picnic and Open House at their home -- Olive's previous home, that is -- the one with the gorgeous gardens that she toiled on for decades.  I'm sorry to say that they didn't even have the decency to invite Olive this year!  We might have crow's feet and liver spots but don't count us out.  We still have a few tricks up our sleeves.  Don't you think Mindy deserves a little comeuppance?

10 comments:

  1. I think her 'comeuppance' will come from the universe. It has its own way of handling folk like that.

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    1. Ah, karma. I believe in that, too. But it seems like it needs a little hand this time.

      ~ Francie

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  2. I agree with Victoria, it will come and it won't be pretty.

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    1. I certainly hope you're right, Dru. And I hope Olive and I have ringside seats and popcorn for it!

      ~ Francie

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  3. I think Olivia know what to do. In the immortal words of The Fantasticks, "Plant a Garden."

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    1. Opal, I was going to give you a call. I bet you could help us come up with a clever plan.

      ~ Francie

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  4. But what's to be buried--er, planted--in the garden?

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    1. Why Liz, whatever do you mean? ; )

      ~ Francie

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  5. A crown? She wore a crown? Oh, my! The princess thing has gotten out of hand.

    `Avery

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  6. Beautiful cover! Comeuppance and pussyfooting. Great words!

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