CHAPTER 13
“Coo-ee!” Thelma was frantically waving her hands in the air in an attempt to attract the attention of The Riverside’s Lady Captain, Lucinda Walton-Smythe. “Coo-ee, Lucinda,” she shouted.
She could swear that Lucinda had heard her. She even glanced in her direction over the top of her Versace sunglasses before rushing towards the clubhouse and disappearing through the heavy wooden doors.
“b***h,” Thelma muttered. She reached in to the car and pulled out her tennis racquet. Catching a quick glimpse of her reflection in the rear-view mirror, she smoothed her hair back from her face and applied another layer of the shocking pink lipstick that perfectly matched her manicured nails.
Thelma Graystock was a member at The Riverside and lived on the outskirts of Fiddlebury, along wi
