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Recipe for Surburban Surprise:

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Take one deeply depressed housewife.

Add one unexpected windfall.

Carefully ford in one very handsome, very clever charmer.

Separate and discard one totally self-centered, slightly abusive husband.

Place all remaining ingredients into red-hot, shiny red convertible cruising on Route 66 and wait to see what happens!
 

Excerpt
Barbie felt a light touch on her shoulder and glanced up to see a handsome man sitting on the stool next to hers, looking at her with kind blue eyes.

“I hate to see a damsel in distress,” he said with a smile as he handed her a handkerchief. “I’m guessing here,” he continued, “correct me if I’m wrong but I’d say, bad day?”

What an understatement. Who uses words like damsel or carries handkerchiefs anymore? She intended to nod in agreement and leave. I don’t really need the fries.

Instead, she blew her nose noisily in his handkerchief and blurted out, “My Aunt Pat’s dead and she’s in the car.”

“You have a dead aunt in your car?” he asked, his brows rising and his blue eyes opening wider.

“No. I mean I thought she was my aunt but she’s my mother.”

He cocked his head, “Okay, see if I have this right, your aunt is not dead but your mother is and she’s in your car. Should we call 911?