Chapter 15
I ignored the scathing looks I received when I brought Ginger Vikarios a fresh plate of parfait, quiche, croissants, and rolls. She was almost pathetically grateful. As Boyd and I began to clear the rest of the dishes, Priscilla Throckbottom grabbed my elbow and pulled me down next to her.
With her mouth next to my ear, she whispered, “Ginger arrived too late to be served breakfast.”
Balancing two stacks of dishes, I tried in vain to release myself from her pincer grip on my arm and hot breath in my ear. It occurred to me that even though I’d quit my committees, and even though I’d learned to handle aggressive men, I was a tad behind the curve on handling aggressive women. I resolved to ask Tom about this.
My pal Marla, however, knew how to handle aggressive women because sh
