No News On Gurthrie & Timothy Leigh, Penny Sue and I spent most of yesterday walking by Guthrie's condo trying to eavesdrop. We didn't hear a thing--Zip, Nada, Zilch. The only activity was a pizza delivery. We're confident there wasn't any violence because Timothy is such a sweet, kind man. Guthrie isn't the violent type either. He hails from the Woodstock days and is imbued with peace, love, and may has slight brain damage from ingesting too many herbs and pharmaceuticals. Honestly, they are such an unlikely couple the breakup doesn't surprise me. Timothy is Mr. GQ and a brilliant scientist, while Guthrie doesn't appear to own an iron and favors ancient madras shorts and wrinkled tee shirts, preferably ones advertising Arlo Guthrie and Alice's Restaurant. Yet, their relationship lasted many years, so I can understand Guthrie's distress.
When we weren't snooping, Penny Sue was reading one of Rich's Private Investigation Textbooks. Leigh and I aren't sure she has what it takes. A prime requirement is the ability to keep a secret. No chance of that for Penny Sue! A glass of Chardonnay and everything she knows or thinks spews forth. Another stumbling block is the requirement that PI's drive a nondescript car. Her new Claret Jaguar certainly doesn't fit the bill. So, she's leaning toward letting Rich do the PI stuff while she works in my bookshop.
We're all on pins and needles to see how things work out with Guthrie. Will keep you posted. Love and Light. —Ruthie
