This is a sequel to A Book Club Like No Other!
Bert kept nodding off as he worked at the computer. The bright white lights were not helping him stay awake. They were just giving him a headache. He still had to make it through four more hours of work. Hard to do when he barely got any sleep last night. Sleeping with one eye open made for a restless, tense night. What was he going to do?
He was regretting giving up coffee and may find himself giving into temptation soon. Trying to be more healthy by drinking water and V-8 juice didn’t help him wake up!
Staring at the blank computer screen made him wonder why he hadn’t just called off sick. He sure wasn’t getting anything productive done today.
Bert had argued with himself over and over. Maybe he was silly to be worried. Surely his adoring Pauline would not be so devious as to plan something so horrible. Or was she? Did he really not know his wife at all?
When he had confronted her about the book he had found on her bedside table, “The Perfect Murder”, she had said it was for her book club. Then with a hint of mischief in her eyes she smiled. “Remember, you encouraged me to get out more and to join the club.”
He hadn’t been quite sure what to say, for she spoke the truth. “But I didn’t know the book would be about planning a murder!” He had sputtered out at her with a red face.
She patted his cheek. “Awww don’t be worried!” The sound of her eerie laughter still echoed in his head.
That had not helped reassure him at all. He knew how she held grudges and made lists of the people that her grudges were against. Never had he seen The List, for she wouldn’t let him, but he had often heard about it.
The computer screen was still blank, he had to get some work done before his boss yelled at him. That would not help his headache. Work now and then he would contemplate about what to do about Pauline.
Mallory was pleased to see everyone back again. She was glad she hadn’t scared them off at the first Bookclub meeting. But wait, where was Pauline?
Where was she? Everything was white around her. Why couldn’t she move? What did she have on her? She tried to squirm as much as she could and when that didn’t help, she screamed!
Dr. Norris heard the scream in the hallway. His new patient had awakened. Opening her door he walked in. “Now, now Pauline, quiet down. I am Dr. Norris. You are fine. We just want to evaluate you. We will get your strait jacket off soon, if you promise not to be combative. Your husband did say you were feisty.”
Her husband! What had he done? Had he put her here? She vaguely remembered him telling her to go with the nice men in the white coats. There was music playing as she got in the wagon and one of the men had handed her an ice cream cone. Then the next thing she knew she was here, waking up in a strange bed.
She noticed the words printed on the doctor’s white jacket and her face flushed, “Fruitville Funny Farm.” Oooh she was simmering with anger. Bert was moving up to the top of her list for sure!