Bingo
(Sprache: Englisch)
The acclaimed author of "Rubyfruit Jungle and "Six Of One retums to Runnymede, Maryland, for an outrageous, poignant, and surprising story of passion, rivalry, and small-town fun. Straddling the Mason-Dixon Line since before the Civil War is Runnymede. And...
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The acclaimed author of "Rubyfruit Jungle and "Six Of One retums to Runnymede, Maryland, for an outrageous, poignant, and surprising story of passion, rivalry, and small-town fun. Straddling the Mason-Dixon Line since before the Civil War is Runnymede. And it seems that ever since then, most people in the town have been inherently split: between good and bad, or love and sex, or male and female, or politics and sobriety. Nicole ("Nickel") Smith is in such a dilemma herself--here she is, an avowed lesbian, having an affair that would shock Runnymede as much as it shocks Nickel herself. And her work seems to be going to the dogs, too, when the beloved newspaper where she is an editor is put up for sale. Thank goodness the weekly bingo games still go on, though Nickel is a little weary of playing referee there for the flamboyant Hunsenmeir sisters, Louise and Julia. Nickel's momma, who is now pushing ninety but clawing like cats over handsome newcomer Ed Tutweiler Walters. A parade of townsfolk and kin weave their colorful way through the trials, tribulations, and ultimate triumphs of our heroines, in this spirited novel of the South that appeals as much to the funny bone as to the heart.
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In the sequel to her beloved Six of One, Rita Mae Brown returns with another witty tale of passion and rivalry in the small Southern town of Runnymede, Maryland. Newspaper editor Nickel Smith is scrambling to save the local paper from corporate extinction, even as she is engaged in an affair that would shock the town as much as it amazes Nickel herself. Meanwhile, her mother, Julia, and her aunt Louise, the infamous Hunsenmeir sisters, who ve set the town on its ears for decades, keep an eagle eye on Nickel. No matter that she s a grown woman and that they re going on ninety; they need someone to gossip about! Not even the town s weekly bingo games can keep Louise and Julia out of trouble when Ed Tutweiler Walters, an eligible newcomer, arrives in town and has the sisters fighting over him like schoolgirls. A telling look at the foibles of modern relationships, Bingo is full of wisdom about the comforts, trials, and absurdities of small-town life and especially of our own nearest and dearest.
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Chapter OneFlying a Kite
WEDNESDAY . . . 25 MARCH, 1987
Run faster. I m running as fast as I can. I was too. Mom, call off Goodyear and Lolly Mabel. I keep tripping over them.
Don t blame it on the dogs. You don t know how to fly a kite. Mother did, however, order the dogs to sit by her.
Goodyear, a huge, black male Chow Chow, was originally called Jet Pilot but he grew fatter and fatter, and hence the name Goodyear. Lolly Mabel, his gorgeous red daughter, was my dog, a gift for my birthday two years ago. Lolly and Pewter, my cat, were bosom companions but Pewter didn t like Goodyear. Not that Goodyear wasn t the world s second-best dog, Lolly Mabel being the first, but Mom had taught him to howl and play dead at the mention of her sister s name, Louise. We had to be careful to call Louise Wheezie or Wheeze in front of the dog lest Louise discover yet another of her baby sister s blasphemies. Well, one day I forgot. Luckily, Aunt Louise wasn t around but Pewter was. When the dreaded name Louise escaped my lips, Goodyear screamed bloody murder, then flopped down dead. Pewter, appalled, ran under Mother s front porch and it took a good hour to coax her out.
The kite shuddered in the air but wouldn t rise. Dammit! I continued to pump my legs.
Gimme that. Mother grabbed the string and ran across the lawn. At eighty-two, Julia Ellen Hunsenmeir Smith could still run, and the kite fluted upward. Mother walked backwards now, jerking the string, urging the red kite, with the tail s many bow ties, higher.
A screech around the corner snapped us away from the graceful sight of the kite to the less graceful sight of Louise taking the corner on two wheels.
I thought I was going to pick her up. You can t let her drive.
She does what she wants. Juts observed Louise s lurching halt in front of her house.
Aunt Louise drove a 1952 Chrysler. Her deceased husband, Paul Pearlie Trumbull, hated General Motors, hated the auto business, and hated
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Detroit. He used to declare that they were nothing better than Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves and every year they d jack up the price on cars. As it happened, he was right. If you want to get back on your feet, miss two car payments was one of Pearlie s favorite expressions. Well, he never missed a payment, because he drove his Model A Ford until it died around him, but during those decades he saved and saved and then he went out and bought three identical 1952 Chryslers. He drove the one, intending to use the other two for parts, and he figured that if he took good care of his car, which he did, that Chrysler would be driven by his grandchildren and Detroit be damned.
Except for the tires, which Louise wore out with alarming frequency, the black Chrysler looked spanking new. The door opened and shut with a thud. Louise emerged in her blue-haired glory.
Well? she demanded.
Well, what? Mother replied.
Do you like it? Louise stood motionless like a geriatric Greek statue.
Like what? Mother was paying more attention to her kite than to Louise.
You getting cataracts, Julia? My hair! Do you like my hair!
Looks like it does every Wednesday when you hit up the Curl n Twirl.
It does not! You are blind. Nickel, what do you think?
On the spot, I fibbed. I like it fine. It s a little shorter and more youthful-looking.
Thank you. At least someone around here has the courtesy to pay attention to me even if it is only my adopted niece. Blood sister doesn t pay atten
Except for the tires, which Louise wore out with alarming frequency, the black Chrysler looked spanking new. The door opened and shut with a thud. Louise emerged in her blue-haired glory.
Well? she demanded.
Well, what? Mother replied.
Do you like it? Louise stood motionless like a geriatric Greek statue.
Like what? Mother was paying more attention to her kite than to Louise.
You getting cataracts, Julia? My hair! Do you like my hair!
Looks like it does every Wednesday when you hit up the Curl n Twirl.
It does not! You are blind. Nickel, what do you think?
On the spot, I fibbed. I like it fine. It s a little shorter and more youthful-looking.
Thank you. At least someone around here has the courtesy to pay attention to me even if it is only my adopted niece. Blood sister doesn t pay atten
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Autoren-Porträt von Rita Mae Brown
Rita Mae Brown is the bestselling author of the Sneaky Pie Brown series; the Sister Jane series; A Nose for Justice and Murder Unleashed; Rubyfruit Jungle; In Her Day; and Six of One, as well as several other novels. An Emmy-nominated screenwriter and a poet, Brown lives in Afton, Virginia.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Rita Mae Brown
- 1999, 368 Seiten, Masse: 13,2 x 21 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Bantam
- ISBN-10: 0553380400
- ISBN-13: 9780553380408
Sprache:
Englisch
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