But that might almost be work, so Sherri had to delegate it to me. Considering the way she was dressed-a blouse dipping dangerously low and a pair of jeans that would probably cut her in two if she tried to do something crazy like sit down or bend over-she was well-equipped to create a good diversion so the customer could escape. I wasn't sure what special skill I had that enabled me to take care of this when she couldn't. I noticed his eyes were starting to glaze." "You'd better go rescue a customer from your brother. "What is it, Sherri?" I asked with exaggerated patience. When you've fended off not only harpies but also my ex-boss Mimi, Sherri is in the minor leagues of evil. Luckily, I'd dealt with worse than Sherri during my time in New York. (And the fact that it was my other sister-in-law, Beth, the one who loves all mankind, who dubbed her that says a lot about Sherri.) It was my sister-in-law, Sherri, otherwise known as The Evil Bitch Queen of the Universe. As I expected, a badly bleached head appeared in my office doorway. I took a deep breath and counted to ten as I waited for the inevitable. "Katie!" a voice screeched from the other side of the office door. On the other hand, these days I seemed to be doing a lot more of the rescuing, myself. No matter what else I might say about my hometown of Cobb, Texas (population 2,500), I definitely had fewer threats to my life here than I'd faced recently in Manhattan. That was one small benefit I'd gained in moving away from New York City. It had been months since I'd needed rescuing from anything-no dragons, hideous monsters from hell, evil wizards, not even a really bad blind date.
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