Making friends isn’t always easy. Finding yourself in a new environment without the connections you had previously…well that sounds like my life. Retired, moved, ready to start a new chapter, and BANG. Covid hits. Stuck at home. New adventures put on hold.
Witty humor. Sewer Pipe Queen(s). Jealousy. Betrayal. An unhealthy desire to find friends. A Goth Lit Bookclub. Geriatric neighbors. Face eating raccoons. Small town politics. Vegetarians. The mail carrier. Obedience training. Arson. Ruby Spicer.
We find friends when we least expect to…perhaps while investigating an arson, or tracking down an old Sewer Pipe Queen. I’ll keep looking, as well.
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