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Murder on a Bad Hair DayIts hard to believe practical, petite ex-schoolteacher Patricia Anne and amiable, ample-bodied, and outrageous Mary Alice are sisters, yet sibling rivalry has survived decades of good-natured disagreement about everything from husbands to hair color. No sooner do the Southern sisters discover a common interest in some local art, when theyre arguing the artistic merits of some well-coiffured heads at a gallery opening. A few hours later, one of those pretty ladies ends up dead -- with not a hair out of place. The other shows up on Patricia Annes doorstep dazed, disheveled, and telling a wild tale of a narrow escape from some deadly cuts. Now the sisters are once again combing for clues to catch a killer with a bizarre style in art -- and murder.

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My thanks to Dr. Chandler McGee and Dr. Christina Duffey for their ideas and interest and for generously sharing their knowledge of chemistry with me. And thanks to the Center Point groupJean Burnett, Elsie McKibben, and Virginia Martinfor their patience, suggestions, and laughter.

Southern Sisters Mysteries by
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M URDER ON A G IRLS N IGHT O UT

M URDER ON A B AD H AIR D AY

M URDER R UNS IN THE F AMILY

M URDER M AKES W AVES

M URDER G ETS A L IFE

M URDER S HOOTS THE B ULL

M URDER C ARRIES A T ORCH

M URDER B OOGIES WITH E LVIS

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T HIS O NE AND M AGIC L IFE

ANNE GEORGE was the Agatha Award-winning author of eight Southern Sisters mysteries: Murder on a Girls Night Out, Murder on a Bad Hair Day, Murder Runs in the Family, Murder Makes Waves, Murder Gets a Life, Murder Shoots the Bull, Murder Carries a Torch , and her final book, Murder Boogies with Elvis . Her popular and hilariously funny novels reflected much of her own experiences. Like Patricia Anne, Anne George was a happily married former schoolteacher living in Birmingham, Alabama, and she grew up with a delightful cutup cousin who provided plenty of inspiration for the outrageous Mary Alice. A former Alabama State Poet, cofounder of Druid Press, and a regular contributor to literary and poetry publications, Ms. George was also the author of a literary novel, This One and Magic Life , which Publishers Weekly described as silky and lyrical. She had been nominated for several awards, including the Pulitzer for a book of verse entitled Some of It Is True . Anne George passed away in March 2001.

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I tell you, Patricia Anne, Im sick and tired of always being some mans sex slave. Mary Alice shut the kitchen door firmly and headed for the stove. Is this fresh coffee?

I looked up from the morning paper and nodded. I also grinned. My sister is sixty-five years old, six feet tall, and admits to weighing two hundred fifty pounds. The idea of her as a sex slave is mind-boggling.

You look like a jackass eating briars, she said. But Im telling you the truth. She got a cup from the cabinet, poured her coffee, and helped herself to a muffin from a plate on the counter. What kind are these?

Blueberry.

She took a second one and came to the table in the bay window where I was reading the paper and having a second cup of coffee. What are you doing?

Reading Omar Sharifs bridge column.

Oh, God, I love that man. Those daffodils!

I know. For a moment it was not December in Birmingham, Alabama, but springtime in Russia with Laras Theme soaring. How many times have you seen Dr. Zhivago ? I asked.

Mary Alice took a bite of blueberry muffin. Maybe twenty. I still keep hoping theyll get back together.

But they did in a way.

Dont be ridiculous. He dies every time. Splat. Right there in the street. She took another bite of muffin. You know, being his sex slave wouldnt be so bad. Unless he plays bridge all the time.

I folded the paper. Why dont you pull off your coat? And what is this sex slave bit?

Im just staying a minute. And its what all of us women are. You. Me. Working our butts off to please some man.

I could have pointed out that my husband, Fred, was at work while I was sitting in the kitchen in my bathrobe reading the paper, but I decided not to push my luck.

We iron their clothes, cook their food, mop their floors, and do God knows what just to please them.

Sister, I said, I think a sex slave is used sexually.

That, too, she said.

I decided not to pursue this line of conversation. You want some more coffee? I asked.

Mary Alice shook her head no. Mouse, she said, using her old childhood nickname for me, I want to show you something, but you have to promise not to laugh.

Sure, I agreed.

You promise?

I promise.

She stood up and unbuttoned her coat but still clutched it around her. Swear.

I told you I wouldnt laugh.

She pulled her coat off and all promises were off; I laughed like hell. Mary Alice was Mrs. Santa Claus, complete with a short red skirt, red leggings, and a white knit shirt decorated with the words Mrs. Santa that flashed sporadically with lights that apparently were beyond Sisters power to control.

I knew you would laugh, she said morosely. Theres a wig that goes with it, though. She reached into the pocket of her coat, brought out what looked like a dead white poodle, and placed it over her own short pinkish hair. You think anyone will recognize me?

Oh, Lord, I laughed. I have to go to the bathroom.

Well, maybe they wont, she called as I rushed down the hall.

When I got back to the kitchen, she had her coat on again and, except for an occasional giggle, I was in control. Whats this about? I asked.

Bills got a job as Santa Claus down at the Rosedale Mall. They wanted a couple. Its supposed to keep the kids from being so scared. Mary Alice shrugged. See? I told you I was a sex slave.

Seventy-two-year-old Bill Adams is Sisters current boyfriend. He has lasted for several months, probably because he can dip her when they dance. Or at least thats what Fred and I thought. There just might be more to the relationship if she was willing to go along with him on this.

Rosedale Malls on the other side of town, I assured her. You wont see a soul you know. Besides, what does it matter? Youre being a good sport.

You think so?

I know so. Just think of all the kids youll make happy.

Thats true. Mary Alice looked at her watch. Ive got to go. I just wanted to remind you of the gallery opening tonight. Its from five until eight, drop in, and I wont get off work until six, so I wont pick you up until seven. Okay?

Why dont I meet you there?

The way you drive? Dont be silly. And wear that sweater I gave you last Christmas, the off-white with the pearls on it.

And which skirt should I wear? Mary Alice is immune to sarcasm, which can be both a blessing and a curse for a sister.

The off-white, of course. And for goodness sakes dont wear those shoes you bought that are supposed to be winter white. I cant believe you were suckered like that.

One every minute, I said, grinning again.

Ill see you at seven. Mrs. Claus picked up another muffin on her way out.

See you. Sooner than she thought. I had a date for lunch at the Rosedale Mall.

As soon as Omar Sharif made his impossible six no-trump bid, I threw on some sweats and went out to take my old Woofer for his walk. It was a beautiful morning, crisp but not cold, and though it was just three weeks until Christmas, a few pink geraniums still bloomed in the containers on the deck. Woofer was sleeping late. The year before, I had paid a fortune for an insulated doghouse that looked like an igloo, but it had been money well spent. The problem was getting Woofer out of it.

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