Azalia's Bizarre Dilemma: A Life Changing Joan Freed Mystery Adventure
By Alexie Linn
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What could be more devastating than losing your job of 27 years to demolition? What if you were to have your car stolen and wake up to your dead grandma yanking you out of your burning house on the same day – on your 63rd birthday?
It all happened to Azalia Ralston. A seemingly gray haired, blue-eyed 5-foot-tall perky waitress that snaps gum and sarcasm at the Greasy Spoon Diner since forever.
"I'm broken…," Azalia whimpered to Irene, her friend with the blind ex-policeman husband called Max. "…too young to retire, too old to get hired; my home and workplace turned to dust and ashes overnight. My car probably in the chop shop. There's more…
All that's left is for me to pose here on this park bench and die. Will you haul me in a shopping cart, a cardboard furniture crate, and an old coat for a pillow to make me a proper bum?"
"And you called me to… what… join you on your bench?"
"I called you because I don't want to die cold and alone."
"Hogwash, Azalia! I won't watch you die. But I will call someone who pulls her Wonder Woman cape out of her closet on demand." Irene grabbed her phone and told it, "Call Joan."
The phone squawked. Irene said, "Hey, Joan. What are you doing today..."?
Can Joan Freed, the covert rebel life coach, reignite Azalia's fire? What will it take? And why is Azalia only seemingly a perky waitress that snaps gum and sarcasm? Is there more to her story? What has Azalia kept from Irene… and all her customers at the Greasy Spoon Diner?
Alexie Linn
Alexie Linn was born and raised in the 'mild' Pacific Northwest -- where the snow drifts are never higher than the barn roofs. Her first year of married life was lived in Alaska, in a tent and a homesteader's cabin -- where she got closely acquainted with sourdough and beans. She escaped to the desert southwest, became a widow, and life then began. Alexie is a papered Life Coach, Nutritional Therapist, and Counselor with a vivid -- sometimes outrageous imagination. She's also a slave to Joan Freed, the rebel life coach who, somehow, manages to come out on top of her mysterious and chaotic adventures.
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Azalia's Bizarre Dilemma - Alexie Linn
Azalia’s Bizarre Dilemma
By Alexie Linn
Published by MA Deeter Company
Inspired by true events, but written from a diligent imagination. This is a work of fiction.
Copyright 2021 MA Deeter Company
Do not reprint or sell any of this work without express permission from the copyrighter.
Cover photo provided by the public domain. Thank you!
Author photo credit goes to Fred Eschbach. And thank you!
This book is dedicated to each and every person who has successfully managed a narcissist in their life. Heartfelt and hard-earned kudos to you and yours.
Contents
Chapter 1 – What Are You Doing Today, Joan?
Chapter 2 – Take Her or Leave Her
Chapter 3 – Just Breathe
Chapter 4 – The Mission; Should You Decide to Accept-it
Chapter 5 – Back at the Rabbitranch
Chapter 6 – Prying Eyes, Neon dresses
Chapter 7 – How to Pull Hen’s Teeth
Chapter 8 – Step One, Problem One
Chapter 9 – Life is Bubbling Over with Surprises
Chapter 10 – The Car and Other Possibles
Chapter 11 – Next Steps
Chapter 12 – Bleh!
Chapter 13 – Are they Kidding?
Chapter 14 – My World’s Gone Crazy!
Chapter 15 – And then...
Chapter 16 – Hey, Max! It’s Me Again...
Chapter 17 – Zale’s Flabbergast
Chapter 18 – Here We Go Loopty-loop
Chapter 19 – Here we go Loopty-ly
Chapter 20 – Again with the neon dress?
Chapter 21 – Who’s there?
Chapter 22 – Do Old Bosses Live in Cellars?
Chapter 23 – When the Girls Do Dinner Out...
Chapter 24 – What’s On Your Agenda, Zale?
Chapter 25 – The Word of the Day is Mush!
Chapter 26 – And the Winner is...
Chapter 27 – She Didn’t Do It... She says
Chapter 28 – Start With the Bomb, or Not...
Chapter 29 – Learning Curves
Chapter 30 – Are Results Within Reach?
Chapter 31 – MRE’s Anyone?
Chapter 32 – Where’s Zale?
Chapter 33 – Here’s What Happened
Chapter 34 – So, Max. What’s Next?
Chapter 35 – She’s Guilty, She’s Not Guilty
Chapter 36 – Back to the Business at Hand
Chapter 37 – It’s Jenny’s Party...
Chapter 38 – It’s a Puppy Dog Picnic
Chapter 39 – Dogs Rule
Chapter 40 – Enter Old Mr. Graston
Chapter 41 – The Neighborhood Night Owl
Chapter 42 – Personalized License Plates... Friend or Foe?
Chapter 43 – Results Crawl In
Chapter 44 – Ghosts of Days’ Past
Chapter 45 – Mac and Cheese Cooked in a Pouch?
Chapter 46 – What is it, Jenny?
Chapter 47 – Where to From Here?
Chapter 48 – The I Didn’t Do-its Have It
Chapter 49 – Memories. They Clang.
Chapter 50 – Nipping a Narcissist in the Bud is Hard!
Chapter 51 – Will it Work?
Chapter 52 – Is it Success?
Chapter 53 – Narcissist Repellant?
Chapter 54 – I Can Do This!
Chapter 55 – Max’s News
Chapter 56 – Oh Zale...
Chapter 57 – Azalia Ralston! Who Are You Really?
Chapter 58 – Zale’s Gone, Leaving a Trail Behind Her
Chapter 59 – A New Genealogy Method?
Chapter 60 – Zale, Zale... Where Art Thou Zale?
Chapter 61 – I Got News!
Chapter 62 – Zale Got News!
Epilogue
"I was shaken awake by my grandma’s voice and her icy hand gripping my arm. She tugged at me demanding ‘Get up, girl! Come with me! Now!’. I let her take me by the hand and I followed her through the flames and outside somehow – with my purse on my arm and my 3-year-old Skechers on my feet.
She wore one of simple hippie dresses that she used to make for herself. She said they were hippie dresses because they are suitable for daytime casual and nighttime jammies. But this one was neon bright. Did I mention that she’s been dead 20 years?
And that’s the story. Am I on my way to the looney bin?"
I gulped. If you are, I’m going too. I saw her dancing across the desert after I heard your door open, the step clunk, and the door close. But when I checked, you were sound asleep on the bed exactly as I left you.
Chapter 1 – What Are You Doing Today, Joan?
Tracking through the instructions for my new vacuum canning system, I derailed when my phone rang. The screen read ‘Irene’. Swiping the answer icon, I said, Yes, Irene. Thank you for yanking me out of this instruction book written by non-English speaking people.
Hey, Joan. What are you doing today?
Well, I was going to can me some MRE’s in pouches. What do you say I’m doing?
I’m with a friend in dire need of you and your sanctuary. She’s out of a job, a home, and a car all at once. You game?
Hmm. Let me think about that... Is there drugs or alcohol involved?
I’m tolerant of about anything, but have never had a happy ending to a drug or alcohol infested case.
I don’t think so... but I’ll ask her.
Joan heard mumblings, No, ma’am. No drugs. No alcohol.
Well then, of course, I am. Where is she?
Here, in Tucson. Max is a participant in a possible fix for his blindness. We’re going to be here in Tucson for the study. But that’s news for another time. Zale and I are in the city center park. Do I need to meet you at Picacho?
Sure. That would be peachy. When?
Hmm. Let’s say three hours. We can do lunch at the Dairy Queen. I’m buying.
Sounds good. See you in a few...
THREE HOURS. I HAVE to leave in two hours. Not enough time to process a pressure cooker of pouches. But enough to set-up the vacuum chamber and learn how to seal chicken vegetable soup in them. According to what I read and watched on You Tube; the pouches have to be about room temperature processed; not hot and not cold. It might work...
I LOVE IT WHEN THINGS work out like the picture in my head. It’s a rare experience... but a necessary one to keep life in balance. I’ve been known to take on an easy-peasy mini project just for the shot of serotonin to lighten the load of life.
With eight, count them – eight – ready to process pints of nutritious chicken rice soup pouches in the fridge, I was flying high down the I-8 toward Picacho. Until I scooted into the booth next to Irene and facing my prospective new client.
She was a tiny, nervous ghost of a woman. Twiggy in stature – could I tell that from the sitting position? Her blonde scraggly hair was pulled back with wispy ends escaping the clip. When we shook hands across the table, her grip was as loose as chilled fresh taffy on warm, buttered hands. I wanted to catch it and fold it in. But I didn’t. I let it drop back to the tabletop in a mound.
I looked at Irene with a ‘what was I thinking?’ raise to my eyebrows. Have I bitten off more than I can chew?
Chapter 2 – Take Her or Leave Her
When I returned to the table after ordering fries, hot fudge sundaes and iced tea chasers all around, Irene was on Zale’s side of the table. She had Zale pinned in and was patting her forearm. I sat the order number teepee on the end of the table and slid into the facing bench.
So,
gazing from one to the other, who’s in for filling me in?
Zale clenched her hands together and stared at the woven fist she’d made.
Irene raised her eyebrows, looked at me and took the wheel, I guess I am. I’ve never seen Zale shy. She’s normally an outgoing, rib-poking coffee pouring go-getter. But I don’t think I’ve ever seen her when she’s lost her job, her car, and her home all in one day. And on her 63rd birthday. At least that’s what I know about. That’s it in a nutshell, Joan.
The gasp that came from me sounded like a bomb exploded. I shot a look around the room... guessing I was the only one who heard it when nobody ogled back. Neither did Irene or Zale.
Well. Hmm. Yes, I can see where that would be a live hornet in the ointment. Oh my...
I tapped my fingers on the table to buy time to respond in a logical, inspiring manner. Our food came. I plucked two fries out of the bag and chewed them down. Then I picked up my spoon and dove into the hot fudge sundae. Irene did the same. Zale ignored the food. She was a lump of breathing clay.
Halfway through the sundae, I laid the spoon on the table and reached over, wrapping my hand over Zale’s single clenched fist.
"I can say with certainty, Zale, that this is just an earthquaky bump in the road. It will get better.
And I’m willing to invest my time and energy into helping you over – or around – it for your plucky new life. If you want me to. But I won’t contribute to watching you succumb."
I picked up my spoon and finished my sundae to the last drop, watching Zale for any kind of a response.
I was nearing the bottom of my iced tea sipping before I saw movement. She lifted her head and looked at me through tears drooling down her cheeks.
Her words came out as a yodeling snarl, And how do you see a way out of this?
"That’s the easy part. First things first, one step at a time, and know that everything – that’s everything – is temporary. In a donut hole."
She shook her head, pulled her hands apart, sighed, and tossed her head back to gaze at the popcorn ceiling. Then squared her shoulders. Okay. You’re on. Since I’m looking at a park bench, a restaurant dumpster and a cardboard box as my new life and you’ve both put so much into me already, I’ll give it a shot. But right now, I’m not seeing it.
The yodeling stopped. Her voice got stronger, more alto bossy by the end. A natural born order-in caller.
So, Joan, what is this first thing first you spoke of?
Chapter 3 – Just Breathe
Ichuckled, Just breathe . Take three purposeful breaths. Inhale through your nose to the count of four. Hold it to the count of 7. Then exhale through pursed lips to the count of 7.
She gawked at me like I had two heads. It will be fine. Just do it. Joan says.
Irene patted her arm, Come on. Give me your hand. We’ll do it together. Because Joan says. And she came a long way to tell you to breathe.
Irene and Zale worked through three purposeful, healing breaths. I saw both their shoulders settle down a little from around their ears.
Good. You’ve come up to the starting gate. Now conjure up one thing to be grateful for. You can do it. And tell us what it is. Then I’ll tell you one of mine... and Irene will share as well.
She stared at the table, wringing her hands, then lifted her head. I’ll say I’m grateful for Irene. A true friend. And, maybe, even you, her true friend.
Yayyy!
I clapped my hands together, everybody turned and looked at us before returning their attention to their own party. "Oops! Sorry. I forgot we’re in public. But it excites me when I see that