The Slumber Party Mystery - A Summary
I've been partaking in Raven's Saturday Wordzzle Challenges since her Challenge #57; my first post /chapter dated 29 March 2009. When I posted that first entry, I really intended it just as a short story with a sort of open ending. But then someone asked me if there was going to be continuation, and then I thought: Well, why not? I'll probably be able to find some way of wrapping it up in a dozen episodes or so... Ha!! Thirty or so weeks later, I have still not managed to get myself out of the web I wove. If it's getting complicated for myself to keep track, I dare not even think what it's like for my readers! So I decided it's probably high time to make a summary, which I can refer both old and new readers back to. The summary will be added to as the story proceeds.
After some thought, I decided to put the summary in a new side blog, which I have given the name Wordly Efforts. So far it does not contain anything but this summary. I might however in the future decide to move or copy all the episodes of the Slumber Party Mystery over there to get them all in one place. (Please share if you have any thoughts on that.) There is also the possibility that I might some day use that blog for other fictional writing, too.
Raven's Wordzzle Challenge # 89
officer, candid, drowning, turtles, sugar-coated, prospecting, shame on you,
reclinder, luggage, brains, paragon of virtue, cats-in-the-cradle, swamp, sprinkles, garbage
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The Slumber Party Mystery
Chapter 89 – Cat's Cradle
Getting home on Saturday evening, John Skittles called up his friend Turtles, who was also a police officer.
"To be quite candid with you, I don't understand what's happening," he complained. "I thought I was solving a mystery, and then suddenly I seem to be drowning in a sugar-coated romance instead."
"Sounds like interesting prospecting to me," said his friend. "Shame on you for moaning about it! You know you always fall in love with a good mystery. Perhaps this time the mystery has also fallen in love with you! I suggest you lean back in your recliner and put those Sherlock brains of yours to some good use for once. Try and figure out what it is about this girl that attracts you."
"I have no idea," said Skittles, still in a grumpy tone of voice. "She comes with such a lot of strange luggage. Her grandfather's house is only part of it. The place is a veritable swamp full of garbage, in some ways. She's hardly a paragon of virtue herself either. And she's not in love with me, she's in love with that doctor. She said so yesterday."
"Ah," said Turtles. "The cat's in the cradle, and sprinkles of jealousy on top."
"What?" said Skittles, irritably. "You know I'm no good at metaphors, you always end up having to explain them to me."
"This one is kind of hard to explain over the phone, John," said his friend. "Cat's cradle is an intricate game, and it takes the combined efforts of two people to sort it out."
Later in the evening, Turtles emailed this web page to his friend John Skittles: