To Murder a Saint by Nicole Loughan EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Nicole Loughan
- Language: English
- Genre: Women Sleuths
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Homesick
It’s probably a bad sign on a first date that my mind wandered to how
best to bury somebody. Namely it wandered to burying Jason Stepwald:
lumpy, chubby, balding insurance salesman, Jason Stepwald. Not
handsome, full head of hair, marine ‘Semper Fi Jason’ as advertised on his
My Date profile page.
I think I started picturing Jason dead when he would not stop talking
about insurance rates while his mouth was stuffed with oysters. The shining
grey and white matter swirling around on his tongue as he talked about tort
reform set a picture in my mind of him buried in the wet soil of my parents’
front yard. I remember my father telling me when I was young, “The
ground here is too wet, cher. If you bury the dead here, they can come
back.”
With those words in my mind I saw Jason lowered into the ground, a
respectable burial, and then his decayed corpse bubbled back to the surface,
his tongue sticking out. It was the very color of the gelatinous goo currently
occupying his mouth.
My attention came back to living Jason when I inhaled a pungent fish
smell. Jason decided that I might try one of his half shell delicacies if it was
swirled within an inch of my face.
“You want one?” he asked. “Clams are an aphrodisiac, you know.”
“Where I come from we call ‘em oysters,” I told him, pushing his
hand away. I noticed that his hands were soft. My dad always said nobody
dates a man with soft hands.
Jason recovered from my slight and said, “So, Fanchon. That’s an
interesting name.”
“Well,” I said. “A name like Fanchon in Louisiana helps people
separate poor bayou trash from just plain regular white trash.”
His eyes grew wide and some of his red wine dribbled down his chin.
The red wine glistening on his neck was just too much for the dead Jason
image in my head. I had to turn away from him or I was going to lose it.
“I didn’t mean to upset you or anything like that,” he said.
While looking away I suppressed a smile and turned back to face him.
“It’s fine. If you really care to know it’s a Cajun name. I am from a French
parish town near New Orleans. It comes from…”
He interrupted me. “You know what’s interesting about New
Orleans?”
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