Saturday, 08 October 2011

• True Confessions

  So, after today's earlier posts (here and here) @longshadow618 wants to know what of the dinner party and the guests?
  
  It was a scene right out of central casting.  The Dean was there, of course.  After all, it was her house.  And the Dean's young son.  The guest speaker was there with her husband in tow.  Also, a hearing-impaired emeritus professor.  Ninety year-old twin alumnae.  A lawyer from the Attorney General's office.  Several representatives from the alumni association and from the staff.  And of course, our beauty queen.
  
  I could tell you how, one by one, guests at the dinner party turned up dead.  First, the emeritus professor in the library with the candlestick.  Then the lawyer from the Attorney General's Office in the kitchen with the leadpipe.  One by one, until the nonagenarian twins solve the mystery, revealing that our beauty queen had a talent for murder. 
  
  I could tell you that and more, because that is what I do.  I write murder mysteries.  But I promised that this was a mostly true story.  And so far, mostly it has been.  So, mostly, we sipped red wine and told each other scary stories and practiced folding our napkins until they looked just like turkeys.
  
  Or perhaps, the guests did all die that rainy night at the Dean's house.  All, that is but one, who slipped away before the police arrived, disappearing in the dead of night to write this blog post. 
  

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