Today’s word is DRIP.
She leaned over, picked up the unfinished smoothie, and before I could react, she poured it over my head. She smiled evilly. “My mother says it’s a sin to waste food.” And with that, she turned on her heel and stomped out the door.
I grabbed a handful of napkins from the dispenser and patted them across my head to staunch the smoothie from DRIPPING down the sides of my face. I swiped my fingers across my cheeks to catch an errant glob of the sticky stuff from traveling to my chin. I licked my fingers clean and then grinned at the girls. “Orange smoothies are so refreshing.” I glanced at my two stunned friends and laughed. “Well, that went well, don’t you think? We certainly got some answers.” I deadpanned, “But something tells me we won’t be getting an invitation to the baby shower.” The Case of the Croaked Coach #bookqw #mustread #cozymystery
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