Tissues and Push-Ups: Getting the Dirt

By L. Eileen Williams

Lily made the transition into Condo living, making friends and upbeat about everything.
A random event threw her into a friendship with the young Policeman Geo and others
in the community. The Coffee Shop was their meeting place. She was thrown out of
her gentle life by the death of a neighbor she saw regularly ! She, her new friend Gigi, and
the Cop Geo would have to get to the bottom of it...if she can only get her ducks and her
"G's" in a row !

Linda

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479761500

L. Eileen Williams

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Copyright © 2012 by L. Eileen Williams.

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For my Dad, Earl Williams who loved books and people—and always kept his head a’workin’

It all began with the rain. Lily had downsized, as they like to call it. She had sold her house where she had raised her two kids and lived for over twenty-five years, and bought a lovely roomy condo. Her friends had said how sad and what an adjustment, but it had given her such a fantastic sense of starting over. Her kids had become adults and had their own lives, and she had never been a clinger, would never be the ‘dreaded mother-in-law’. The house with all its space, front and back yards with foliage galore, seemed to be engulfing her toward the end.

The condo had the most square feet of any she had visited, and when she walked in, she just knew. She and the condo needed each other. It was the same way she had purchased her car. It was a used car but looked so new, had been used as a company car for a business, which meant it didn’t look used and had excellent service records. She and the car just clicked and it hadn’t given her a moment of trouble. She was close to the same neighborhood so her friends were still accessible, and she knew the law enforcement was good.

She had just bought this lovely lawn furniture for her enclosed porch.

It was lawn furniture and considered okay for enduring the weather. However, she had just put these darling matching toss pillows on it just so, and it was brand new to the porch. It seemed crazy to expose everything so soon. The worst part was the timing. It was Florida so everyone knew rain can come up in a New York minute, and quit just as quick. You pretty much ignore the weather reports, so long as a hurricane isn’t in the works. She had gotten all ready for bed and was all comfy against plumped up pillows with Mitzi, her cat, reading a great paperback. All of a sudden the pelting of the rain could be heard and it didn’t sound like a passing thing. Oh crap, she muttered and ran, with Mitzi alongside, for the porch. She lived on the first floor but it was an elevated first floor, where you climbed steps to get to your unit. Close by was the ramp for handicapped use or failing knees.

The rain turned out to be the horizontal variety that Florida is famous for. She found herself squealing as she grabbed and tossed pillows, tugged and pulled chairs. The outside light near her porch glowed like something from outer space. Mitzi was mad as a hornet at the wetness, yet still wanted to be in the thick of things. In the midst of the chaos of her own making, she heard running, brief shouting at what seemed to be a dog and looked up just in time to meet the eyes of a very wet guy clutching an equally wet dog. Mitzi dashed for shelter. It had happened so abruptly and she knew they were using the ramp to get inside as well. She looked down and gasped, her gown clinging to her like a drowned rat. The furniture hadn’t cost that much. She was feeling foolish as she followed Mitzi’s retreat. She quickly towel-dried herself and put on a new gown, and of course by now she was fully awake. She reluctantly took a sleep aid since she had promised to assist at the library the following morning. Finally, she closed Mitzi outside the bedroom since the excitement had her feline thinking sleep was no longer necessary. It took a while to fall asleep. She hoped the guy who had run by was not a relative of a friend who lived there. She must have seemed like a mad woman.

The sun came out the next morning as though it knew there was drying to do. Work went great and she hurried home to meet Gigi, her dearest lady friend, for their exercise and social discussions. She tried