Gail Oust - Til Dice Do Us Part (Bunco Babes Mysteries (Large Print))

Yoo-hoo, everyone! Im baaack! Claudia Connors Ledeaux burst into the room, looking larger than life in a black leather mini, matching waist-length jacket, four-inch stilettos, and flaming red hair.

The Bunco Babes and I were momentarily rendered speechless. No mean task, let me tell you. The Babes like to talk even more than we like to play bunco, our favorite dice game. We excel at both.

Tonight we were gathered at Pam Warners for our bimonthly get-together. Granted, some may think bunco a silly, mindless game, but its right up our alley. No skill, no finesse, no strategy. Dice just make it look serious. Shake, rattle, and toss. No previous experience required. The game couldnt be simpler.

Claudia, honey, welcome home, I told her as my addled brain began to function again. I jumped from the sofa and ran to give her a hug. We missed you.

Kate McCall! Claudia exclaimed, returning my hug. Missed you, too.

Claudia is the twelfth member of our little band of bunco players. Several months back, she ran off with a man she met on the Internet. But she couldnt get away from the Babes. We pride ourselves on being well informed. If cell phones were an Olympic event, wed be medalists. According to all accounts, this guy, Lance Ledeaux, was unemployed, light on money, and heavy on charm. When he and Claudia first hooked up, hed been residing in Atlanta, a mere one hundred fifty miles to the west as the crow flies. The pair took off in a rented RV ostensibly to visit the Grand Canyon. Somewhere along the way, their plans took a detour. The pair got hitched in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator in a little chapel off the Strip. Vegas, I heard, was the closest they ever got to a natural wonder. To each his own, I suppose. The lovebirds have just returned to take up residence here in Serenity Cove Estates, a retirement community for active adults.

I stepped aside to let the others have a turn. I used the opportunity to study Claudia more closely. There were other changes besides the hair color. Her style of dress had undergone a transformation as well. Instead of the usual trendy but classy fashion she had favored in the past, she now opted for flamboyant bordering on flashy. And flashy, as we all know, rhymes with trashy. Of course, bless her heart, Id never say anything to hurt her feelings.

Your hair, squeaked Polly, our septuagenarian. Its so

Red, Claudia supplied with a grin. Like it?

Yeah, red. Thats the word I was looking for. Polly turned to Gloria, her daughter, and asked, Do you think Id look hot with red hair?

Mother, really, Gloria said with a weary shake of her salt-and-pepper bob that set her hoop earrings swaying. Isnt it enough to be blond at your age?

Polly fluffed her curls. Cant blame a gal for wanting to maintain a youthful image. Maybe I need a new man in my life.

Connie Sue, the Babes perennial Southern belle and former Miss Peach Princess, peered back toward the foyer. Speakin of men, wheres that bridegroom of yours, honey chile? Were all just dyin to meet the man who swept you off your feet.

Claudia shrugged out of her leather jacket and tossed it over the back of a nearby chair, revealing a shape-hugging emerald green sweater that showed considerable cleavage. Lance is dying to meet all of you, too. Hell be along later.

What made you decide to return home this soon? I asked.

Diane, a fortysomething brunette and the local librarian, helped herself to a small handful of cashews from a dish on the coffee table. Last I heard, you were planning to stay in Vegas until spring.

What can I say? Claudia shrugged diffidently. Plans changed.

Bunco temporarily forgotten, Pam patted the sofa cushion next to her. Sit down. Tell us all about this new husband of yours.

Claudia didnt need a second invitation. Better yet, Ill show you. She plunked herself down next to Pam while the rest of us crowded around, eager to get the skinny. After giving her mini a tug or two to keep it from riding up her thighs, she dug through a handbag large enough to be considered carry-on luggage. Heres my honey, she said, extracting a five-by-seven-inch glossy in a gold-embossed leather folder.

Worming my way to a better vantage spot, I craned my neck for a peek. It wasnt a simple snapshot, but rather a professionally posed photo-the sort Id guess that went into the portfolio of an actor or model. Not that Im an expert, mind you, but if I were an actor or model, its the kind of photo Id stick into my portfolio. Personally, I like to keep things simple when it comes to pictures of loved ones. I thank the good Lord on a regular basis for the invention of the digital camera. No more headless bodies of friends and relatives for me. No, sirree. Not since the kids gave me one of those cute little ones hardly bigger than a credit card on my last birthday.