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Originally published as The Blue-Ribbon Jalapeo Society Jubilee in 2013 in the United States of America by Sourcebooks Landmark, an imprint of Sourcebooks.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Brown, Carolyn, author.
Title: The Sisters Cafe / Carolyn Brown.
Description: Naperville, Illinois : Sourcebooks, Inc., [2019]
Identifiers: LCCN 2019022906 | (trade paperback)
Subjects: GSAFD: Love stories.
Classification: LCC PS3552.R685275 S57 2019 | DDC 813/.54--dc23
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Contents
To all the folks at Sourcebooks who took this book from a dream to a reality!
Dear Readers,
Welcome to Cadillac, Texas, where the gossip is more accurate than a DNA test. Its small-town Texas where everybody knows what everybody has done, is doing, or is thinking about doing. The only reason they read the local newspaper is to see who got caught.
Come on in to Miss Clawdys Caf and get to know the Andrews twins, Cathy and Marty, as well as their friends Jack, Trixie, and Darla Jean. Draw up a chair and sit a spell. And if you are really lucky, maybe Agnes will come in to visit.
Stick around for the Jalapeo Jubilee. The Blue-Ribbon Jalapeo Society sponsors it every year, and its the biggest thing in the state. They celebrate their forty years of growing the hottest jalapeo in Texas and winning the competition at the Texas State Fair. Its always in November after the State Fair is over, and theyve hung their new blue ribbons up out at the Prescott mansion. It kicks off with a parade at mid-morning and doesnt end until every cowgirl and cowboy has danced all the leather off their boots at the street dance at midnight. Dont forget your sweater. It can turn cool when the sun sets.
Since this is my debut novel into a new area, I would like to thank several people. Thank you to my agent, Erin Niumata, for giving me that extra push to write in this genre. Thank you to Sourcebooks for publishing the book and to everyone behind the scenes at Sourcebooks who has taken this from a dream to reality. But most of all, I want to extend an extra big thanks to Deb Werksman, my editor, for hours and hours of working with me on making this book what it is today and for believing in me.
Heres hoping you have fun reading about the goings-on in Cadillac and that you enjoy The Sisters Caf .
All my best,
Carolyn Brown
Chapter 1
If Prissy Parnell hadnt married Buster Jones and left Cadillac, Texas, for Pasadena, California, Marty wouldnt have gotten the speeding ticket. It was all Prissys damn fault that Marty was in such a hurry to get to the Blue-Ribbon Jalapeo Society monthly meeting that night, so Prissy ought to have to shell out the almost two hundred dollars for that ticket.
They were already passing around the crystal bowl to take up the voting ballots when Marty slung open the door to Violet Prescotts sunroom and yelled, Dont count em without my vote.
Twenty faces turned to look at her and not a one of them, not even her twin sister, Cathy, was smiling. Hells bells, who had done pissed on their cucumber sandwiches before she got there, anyway? A person didnt drop dead from lack of punctuality, did they?
One wall of the sunroom was glass and looked out over lush green lawns and flower gardens. The other three were covered with shadow boxes housing the blue ribbons that the members had won at the Texas State Fair for their jalapeo pepper entries. More than forty shadow boxes all reminding the members of their history and their responsibility for the upcoming year. Bless Cathys heart for doing her part. She had a little garden of jalapeos on the east side of the lawn and nurtured them like children. The newest shadow box held ribbons that shed earned for the club with her pepper jelly and picante. It was the soil, or maybe she told them bedtime stories, but she, like her mamma and grandma, grew the hottest jalapeos in the state.
It appears that Martha has decided to grace us with her presence once again when it is time to vote for someone to take our dear Prissys place in the Blue-Ribbon Jalapeo Society. We really should amend our charter to state that a member has to attend more than one meeting every two years. You could appreciate the fact that we did amend it once to include you in the membership with your sister, who, by the way, has a spotless attendance record, Violet said.
Violet, the queen of the club, as most of the members called it, was up near eighty years old, built like SpongeBob SquarePants, and had stovepipe jet-black hair right out of the bottle. Few people had the balls or the nerve to cross her, and those who did were put on her shit list right under Martha, aka Marty, Andrews name, which was always on the top.
Back in the beginning of the club days, before Marty was even born, the mayors wife held the top position on the shit list. When theyd formed the Blue-Ribbon Jalapeo Society, Loretta Massey and Violet almost went to war over the name of the new club. Loretta insisted that it be called a society, and Violet wanted it to be called a club. Belonging to a club just sounded so much fancier than saying that one belonged to a society. Loretta won when the vote came in, but Violet called it a club anyway and thats what stuck. Rumor had it that Violet was instrumental in getting the mayor ousted just so theyd have to leave Grayson County and Loretta would have to quit the club.