Taking Down the Princess Club — part 1
The Princess Club was ruthless. We named them that because the group of four uppity women who flaunted themselves in front of any wealthy bachelor in town, would step all over anyone who got in their way.
“Something needs to be done about them.”
I glanced over at my best friend, Tandy. “I agree, but what?”
She crossed her arms and glared at the four women who were gathered around the local pediatrician. He was new in town and the ‘deer caught in the headlights’ look he was giving told me he wasn’t liking this attention.
“I wish I could do something, anything, to make them uncomfortable. Even if it’s just for a moment. Even if I can’t see it.”
An idea started to form. “Today is Tuesday, right?”
Tandy raised an eyebrow at me and nodded.
“They always head to the spa, followed by brunch at the Country Club afterwards. That gives us about four hours…”
“I’m starting to like the sound of this,” Tandy said, rubbing her hands together. “Go on.”
“We’re going for a drive. Come on.”
We arrived at the first woman’s house, Cynthia. A gardener was working out back, shaping her hedges. I giggled thinking how naughty that sounded. Living in a small upscale town had it’s advantages. For instance, I knew that during the day, no one kept their doors locked. Easy access for anyone who wanted in.
Acting as though we belonged there, we walked up the stone path, across the front veranda, and into the three story house.
“What are we going to do?”
I glanced around, looking for inspiration. “I don’t know. Let’s go to her room.”
Cynthia lived alone, the house an inheritance from her grandmother. We made our way up the spiral staircase to the top floor. Talk about a princess in her tower. The entire top floor was dedicated as the master bedroom.
We stopped and stood, our mouths agape. Everything was white, and fluffy. Even the silk curtains that billowed in the windows. Next to the king size, four-post bed, was a nightstand, and that’s where my inspiration lay.
“I need a knife.”
“What are you going to do?”
The plan was simple, but I wanted to keep it a surprise. “Just run down and get me a sharp paring knife.”
Tandy backed out of the room, and ran downstairs, returning red in the face. “No wonder Cynthia stays so thin. I couldn’t imagine having to come up two flights of stairs every time I needed to go to my bedroom. Here.” Tandy handed over the knife and bent over, trying to catch her breath.
I took the small knife from her and walked to the bed and sat down, sinking into the puffy duvet. On the nightstand was a romance novel with a bookmark in it. Cynthia had made it about three-quarters the way through.
I opened up the book, and taking my time, sliced off the last two chapters. Over in the doorway, Tandy giggled.
“Oh, that’s good. There’s nothing worse than getting into a story and not being able to find out what happens in the end.”
I couldn’t keep the grin off my face. “Precisely. We’re done here, on to the next one.”
