TERROR IN A TEAPOT EXCERPT TERROR IN A TEAPOT - SILVER SISTERS BOOK 2 | Page 13

to come.”
“Whoo hoo,” Rudy swung an invisible lasso with his right
hand, “I’m glad I’m not in yer Uncle Sterling’s boots!”
“Just do me a favor. Try calling Pistov Forwarders again,
and if the church ladies phone, tell them I’ve gone to Russia to
get their samovar.”
Goldie took a deep breath and ducked into the back room.
First she needed to call her daughter Chili, who worked for
Godiva’s boyfriend, the famous chef Caesar Romano. Then, when
she got up the nerve, she would have to bite the bullet and dial
her sister’s number.
Angel Batista waved a letter in the air to get her boss’s
attention. “Wait till you hear this one. You’re gonna love it.”
Goldie’s identical twin, Godiva Olivia DuBois, looked up
from writing an answer for her syndicated advice column, Ask
G.O.D. With an all-knowing Mae West look, she fluffed her mane
of silver hair. “Okay, Toots, let’s have it, and it better be good.”
Angel giggled. “You put me in the dirt when you do that Mae
West imitation. I’m so glad I left the L.A. Times when you offered
me this job. Besides, it’s way nicer working in a Beverly Hills
mansion than a six-by-six cubicle in downtown Los An-geles.”
She cleared her throat. “Okay, here it is.”

Dear G.O.D.,
I work in an insurance agency and yesterday a client
came in with her grandson. While she was signing papers
the little boy pointed to a photo of my husband Jack and our
dog Bozo and said, “Look Grandma, she knows my daddy
and his friend’s doggie, Bozo!” The little boy looked just like
him, and the woman gushed about her wonderful son-in-law
Jack. My husband does spend a lot of time away on business
trips. Do you think he could be a bigamist?
~Doubtful in Duluth
Godiva gave a thumbs up. “You’re right, Angel. It’s a winner.
Answer it like this…”