It's a brand new year and Bea Cartwright (you know her, she's the one who moved here to South Bass Island last year to open that fancy bed and breakfast), has asked each of us in the League of Literary Ladies to check in with our resolutions.
Resolutions? Honey, at my age, the biggest thing I can hope for is just to make it through another year!
Not that I'm complaining. Life is good. I've got my health. I've got the Miss Luella, the charter fishing boat I took over when my wonderful Joe died a few years back. I've got more than seventy years of memories here on South Bass and I've got friends. Good ones. All members of the League of Literary Ladies.
We're a book discussion group and let me tell you, when I first heard there was one starting at the library, I just couldn't wait. I've always got a book with me when I'm out on the waters of Lake Erie. To me, reading is like breathing, even if that's not exactly true of the other ladies in the League. You heard the rumor, right? They belong to the book discussion group because it was court ordered; the town magistrate was sick of the three of them bickering and taking each other to court and decided they needed to learn to talk to each other.
Talking, books, friends . . . I'd say that's enough for anyone to wish for in one new year.
Oh, that and no more murders!