Blue Christmas (Weezie and Bebe Series #3)

Blue Christmas (Weezie and Bebe Series #3)

by Mary Kay Andrews

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ISBN-13: 9780061739484
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 10/13/2009
Series: Weezie and Bebe Series , #3
Sold by: HARPERCOLLINS
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 208
Sales rank: 17,033
File size: 774 KB

About the Author

Mary Kay Andrews is the New York Times bestselling author of 24 novels, most recently The Weekenders, as well as 10 critically acclaimed mysteries. A former reporter for the Atlanta Journal-Constitution, she lives in Atlanta, Georgia.

Hometown:

Atlanta, Georgia

Date of Birth:

July 27, 1954

Place of Birth:

Tampa, Florida

Education:

B.A. in newspaper journalism, University of Georgia, 1976

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Blue Christmas [Revised]

Chapter One

I was just hot-gluing the last popcorn-andcranberry strand to the second of two five-foot-high topiary Christmas trees when my best friend came breezing into Maisie's Daisy.

BeBe Loudermilk stopped dead in her tracks and gazed around the first floor of my antiques shop, wrinkling her nose in distaste.

She gestured toward the half-empty crates of apples, oranges, and kumquats scattered around my worktable, at the halved pineapples and the pomegranates spilling out of grocery sacks, and at the freshly fallen drifts of popcorn littering the floor.

"What the hell?" she said dramatically. There are very few statements BeBe makes that are not laden with drama.

"Are you now turning to fruit vending as a sideline?" She shook her head sadly. "And I thought you were doing so well with the antiques."

"Christmas decorations," I said, pressing the popcorn strings onto the surface of the topiary tree, which I'd already covered with what seemed like a whole orchard full of tiny green crab apples and kumquats. "For the historic district decorating contest."

"Ohhh," she said, drawing it out.

With one tentative fingertip, she tapped the tree I'd completed, knocking off a kumquat, which rolled onto the floor, joining half a dozen other pieces of fallen fruit.

"Cute," she said dismissively.

"Cute? Is that all you can say? Cute? I've spent three whole days with this project. I've blown a good three hundred dollars on fresh fruit and nuts and Styrofoam forms, and strung what feels like ten miles of popcorn and cranberries. And just look at my hands!"

I held them out for her to see. There were needle pricks on my fingertips, hot-glue burns on my palms, and multiple bandages from self-inflicted skewerings.

"Criminal," BeBe said. "But why?"

"Because," I said, "I am, by God, going to win the commercial division decorating contest this year, even if I have to cover the entire surface of this building with every piece of fresh fruit in Savannah."

"Again . . . why would you bother? I mean, what's in it for you?"

"Pride," I said. "Last year I really thought I had it sewn up. Remember, I did that whole deal with the gilded palmetto fronds and magnolia leaf swags? And I had all the dried okra pods and pinecones? And I didn't even make honorable mention? They gave first place to that stupid boutique on Whitaker. Can you believe they won with those lame-o kudzu vines and hokey bird's nests and stuffed cardinals? I mean, stuffed birds! It was absolutely Hitchcockian!"

"A tragic oversight, I'm sure," BeBe said, looking around the shop. "Remind me again why it was so crucial that I come over here today?"

"You promised to watch the shop," I said. "There's an auction at Trader Bob's, over in Hardeeville, that starts at noon. This close to Christmas, I can't afford to close up while I go on a buying trip. I was also hoping you might help me put up all the decorations before I leave in an hour."

She sighed. "All right. What are we doing?"

I gestured toward the pair of topiary trees. "Help me drag these outside. They're going in those big cast-iron urns by the front doors. Then we've got to tack up the over-door plaque with the pineapples and lemons and limes, and swag the grapevines around the show windows. I've got two kinds of grapes...green and red, and we'll hot-glue those once the vines are in place. Then the only thing left is the window display. But I'll set that up once I get back from Hardeeville."

With a maximum amount of huffing and puffing, and some very un-Christmas-like swearing when BeBe broke an acrylic nail, we managed to get the decorations in place.

"There," I said, standing out on the sidewalk, gazing at our masterpiece. "Take that, Babalu!"

"Babalu who?"

"Babalu them," I said, pointing across Troup Square.

"My nearest and queerest competition."

"That's not very nice," she said. "I thought you loved gay men."

"You don't know Manny and Cookie," I told her.

Manny Alvarez and Cookie Parker had opened their shop on Harris Street the previous spring. Manny was a retired landscape designer from Delray Beach, Florida, and Cookie? Well, Cookie claimed he'd been a Broadway chorus boy in the road show of Les Misérables, but he was fifty if he was a day, going bald, and weighed close to three hundred pounds.

"I tried to be nice and welcoming. I took flowers over there on their opening day, invited them to dinner, but since the minute they opened, they've been trying to put me out of business," I told BeBe. "They've tried to snake some of my best pickers. They called up the city and complained about my customers parking in loading zones; they even went to the gift mart and came back with the exact same line of aromatherapy candles and bath salts I carry, and now they sell them for two bucks cheaper."

"The nerve!" BeBe said. She craned her neck to look across the square at their shop. "Looks like they're working on their Christmas decorations too. Must be half a dozen men swarming around over there. Wow, look. They've got like a phone company truck with one of those cherry-picker buckets hanging lights along the front of the building."

"I'm sure whatever they do will be gaudy as hell," I said, flouncing back into the shop with BeBe following close behind. "Remember what they did for Halloween? The whole façade of the building was a red devil, with the shop's windows lit up with yellow lights as the devil's eyes."

"Hmm," BeBe said noncommittally.

"They blinked off and on all night. I thought I was having a seizure the first time I looked over there and saw it. It damn near drove me nuts," I said. "And it was so over the top."

"Not Savannah at all," BeBe agreed. "But flashy. You gotta give 'em that."

Blue Christmas [Revised]. Copyright © by Mary Kay Andrews. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Blue Christmas Now with More Holiday Cheer Edition) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 107 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I just love Mary Kay Andrewa and this group of characters is my favorite! I hope to see more from her! Perfect plot line for anChristmas Novel! I highly suggest it if you are an Andrews fan.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
With the exceptions of a few f bombs which to me ,, no reason to use them near the end i enjoyed the book had to keep coming back to read what was next,
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cute story that will get you in the holiday spirit. A little light mystery and romance too.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a great story with 'spots' of humor that made me laugh outloud!! I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys a great story!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Light Christmas reading with an enjoyable story line.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you like Andrews' books you' ll love this one too.. always a twist!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a quick, lighthearted read for the holidays. There was a perfect combination of mystery, comedy and romance, that made it difficult to put down. A must read for the holidays.
CrystalMichelle More than 1 year ago
A great story I will for sure read again and again over the holidays.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I like practically everything she has written.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This novella by Mary Kay Andrews will keep you smiling for a very long time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great book!!! I loved it, great read for around the holidays! Or just any time!! Keeps you on the edge of yor seat!!
French_Hen More than 1 year ago
This was a very easy read to get you right in the holiday spirit! I highly recommend it, especially if you have enjoyed any of her other books!
Anonymous 7 months ago
looking forward to more.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun, easy read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Christmas Eve dinner is side splitting funny! BeBe and Weezie are the Lucy and Ethel of the 21st century!
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