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Authors: Judith Ivie

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Drowning in Christmas (Kate Lawrence Mysteries)

Praise for the Kate Lawrence Mysteries
by Judith K. Ivie
 

[
Drowning in Christmas
] would be fun to read any time of the year … full of holiday cheer and gentle humor. … And if you're familiar with central Connecticut, that's just an added bonus!

Carole Shmurak, author, The Susan Lombardi Mysteries

 

Waiting for Armando
is a wonderful mix of characters … a real slice of life.

Lighthouse Literary Reviews

 

“Ms. Ivie's kicky turn of phrase made
Murder on Old Main Street
a fun read.”

—Mystery Lovers Corner

 

“More than an investigation of the crime,
A Skeleton in the Closet
is also an exploration of human interaction.”

— John Valeri, examiner.com

 


A Skeleton in the Closet
is a delightful cozy mystery New England style. …a densely packed little read that is both light and entertaining.”

—The Midwest Book Review

 

One of the things I love about Ivie's characters is that they are not twenty-something Nancy Drews. They are mature, grown-up women with full lives and vivid pasts.

—Marlene Pyle, The Genreview.com

 
Books by
Judith K. Ivie
 

In the Kate Lawrence Mystery Series:

 

Waiting for Armando
Murder on Old Main Street
A Skeleton in the Closet
Drowning in Christmas

Nonfiction

 

Calling It Quits: Turning Career Setbacks to Success
Working It Out: The Domestic Double Standard

Drowning in Christmas

A Kate Lawrence Mystery

by

Judith K. Ivie

Mainly Murder Press

Wethersfield, CT

 

Drowning in Christmas

Copyright © 2010 by Judith K. Ivie

eBook ISBN 978-0-9825899-7-7

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Introduction
 

I
was born and raised in central Connecticut, and I raised my own children here. We have always considered ourselves fortunate to have the Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Art, America's oldest public art museum, right here in Hartford and to be able to enjoy its amazing collection of American and European art during innumerable visits over the years.

For as long as we can remember, the Wadsworth's Festival of Trees & Traditions has anchored our holiday season, as I know it has for thousands of others. Beautifully orchestrated by the Women's Committee of the Atheneum, the Festival showcases the best of our Connecticut community. Hundreds of breathtaking holiday creations crafted by local artists, school children, and volunteers are enhanced by the musical offerings of local choirs and musicians. Together, these talented community members transform the first floor of the Museum into a magical holiday wonderland. It's really something to experience.

What better setting for a Christmas murder mystery?

That's what I thought, too. Enjoy.

Judith K. Ivie

Dedicated with Appreciation and Affection to

Dr. Linda Dupont, Cindy, Beth, Jana, Natalie, Mary Jean, T.J., Jude, Dr. Braun, and all of the other staff members of Catzablanca Cat Clinic & Hospital in Rocky Hill, Connecticut, who have contributed immeasurably over the years to the health and well-being of the feline members of our family… and the peace of mind of their owners

 
Drowning in Christmas
One
 

“I
wouldn't ask you,” said my ex-husband, “but I'm desperate. I really need your help here.”

“No,” I said.

“Did you hear the desperate part, Kate?” Michael wisely refrained from whining, which he knew would only make me crankier. Instead, he allowed sufficient time to pass for his surprising request to replay in my mind. Yes, the man had to be on the edge.

I sighed heavily and closed my partner Strutter's copy of
A Homemade Holiday,
which was supposed to be giving me great ideas on how to cook a Christmas goose. Something told me that my goose was pretty well cooked already. As ex-husbands go, mine was about as agreeable as they get, but this conversation sounded like big trouble to me. I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the headache that began to throb through my temples.

“You know I don't even attend weddings anymore, Michael, let alone organize one. Not now, not ever again. I endured enough family weddings, birthdays, anniversary parties, and holiday gatherings in the twenty-two years we were married to last me the rest of my life. I just send a lovely gift and decline the invitation. I'm done, through, finished. Am I getting through to you?”

“The fact that I'm even asking you should give you some idea of my state of mind.” Michael dropped his voice several decibels, the better to keep our conversation private from his present wife, I presumed. “Sheila already has her hands full with her teaching and the holiday pageant at the school, plus her mother will be spending Christmas with us this year.” He paused to let the full horror of having Sheila's ditzy maternal relative as a houseguest sink in. “Having a wedding in this little apartment would be impossible under the best of circumstances, but right now…” He trailed off miserably.

Grudgingly, I admitted that he had a point. After years of working and saving, he and Sheila were finally on the verge of seeing their dream house, currently under construction on Lake Pocotopaug, become a reality. Having been lucky enough to sell their previous house sooner than expected in the current crummy real estate market, they were waiting out the final months of construction in a one-bedroom rental, not the ideal setting for a family wedding.

“So rent the church hall or the V. F. W. or a room at the community center,” I countered weakly, knowing that would never do. Schmidts were married at home. It was a family tradition with which I was well acquainted. Michael and I had been married in his parents’ living room nearly thirty years ago, and we had hosted our share of nuptials for cousins and nieces in our own home in the ensuing years. Still, I wasn't caving in without a fight this time. I had quite enough on my plate already.

Michael regrouped and tried another approach. “We just need your house for the afternoon. Well, maybe the evening, too. There has to be a little party after the ceremony. You and Armando wouldn't even have to be there, if you didn't want to be. The caterer will do absolutely everything, including the clean-up. It's just family and a few friends.” He played his ace. “Come on, Kate. I wouldn't ask you, but you are Jeff's godmother, after all. If you won't do it for me, do it for him.”

That one hit the mark. When it comes to family ties, I'm notoriously unsentimental. I firmly believe that you can choose your friends, but your relatives are thrust upon you without your having any say in the matter. I have no great fondness for my mother's and father's numerous kinfolk, so I have aunties and first cousins I literally wouldn't recognize on the street; but for Michael's nephew Jeff, I have a soft spot. He's the youngest of the three sons of Michael's late brother and his wife, who were taken in an automobile accident several years ago.

Jeff's quirky outlook and lightning-quick wit endear him to me, as well as to my son Joey and daughter Emma, above all of their less-interesting cousins. Besides, as Michael pointed out, I am Jeff's godmother, however reluctantly I had agreed to assume that role upon his birth. I had performed my duties casually in the twenty-five years since, but now that Jeff's parents were no longer among us, who else was there to help him out with his wedding? My heart softened.

I carried the phone and my coffee mug to the back windows of my freestanding condominium unit and gazed at the gray December landscape. My elderly cat Jasmine was perched on the back of the sofa. She stared fixedly at three wild turkeys pecking contentedly on the snowless lawn. No doubt they were grateful to have dodged a bullet now that Thanksgiving was safely past.

“When is this wedding in my house that I don't have to attend supposed to take place?”

Sensing that he still had a shot, Michael brightened. “The twenty-seventh, which is the Sunday after Christmas. Jeff has to leave for North Carolina two days later, which is why he and Donna decided to move up their wedding date. The University offers housing for married graduate students only. Hey, you won't even have to decorate, since even you must leave your Christmas stuff up until New Year's Day.”

I ignored this slur on my holiday spirit. “Great. You do realize that Emma is bringing her new boyfriend here on Christmas Eve to meet us. Jared, I think this one is named, and I'm expected to do the whole Norman Rockwell bit. Chestnuts roasting, pumpkin pie, etcetera etcetera. She's gone a little nuts over this guy, and she's taking me with her. When you called, I was looking at recipes for roast goose.”

“You're cooking a goose?” The disbelief in Michael's voice was evident. Then, straying from the point as he often did, “Why not turkey?”

I considered my feathered friends, now making their leisurely way toward the marsh that bordered The Birches. They strolled the grounds of our Wethersfield, Connecticut condominium community daily and roosted in the surrounding trees at night. Before I'd come to live here, I hadn't known that turkeys can fly. Now I regularly watched them helicopter up to their favorite branches as the sun slipped beneath the horizon.

“Too much like pets, I guess.” Truth be told, I wasn't much looking forward to roasting a goose either. The things we do for our children. “So the situation is that I'm entertaining Emma's steady on Thursday evening, and three days later, I'm throwing a wedding.” I sighed again. Well, in for a penny, in for a pound, and it was for Jeff and his absolutely darling fiancée Donna, whom he had been dating since high school.

I could almost hear the grin of relief breaking across Michael's amiable face. “I'm telling you, this caterer is incredible. You won't have to lift a finger, Kate. He and his staff will do everything … food, flowers, music, photographer. They bring everything in and take everything away afterwards. Sheila's friend Millie used him for her daughter's wedding last summer.”

The headache teased behind my eyes again, and I interrupted Michael's rhapsodic litany. “Okay, okay, I get it. I won't have to do a thing.”
Yeah, right.
“So send out the invitations, and let's get it done,” I said rashly. “Now can I go to work, please?”

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