Monday, June 17, 2019

It's the Least We Can Do

Yes, Anna Belle knew who the mystery man was. He had been in the club earlier. Standing in the crowd was Mr. Johnny Ricardo. Still staring at the man with the jet black hair, red carnation and all, she said quietly. "That is Mr. Johnny Ricardo, he says he works for The Advocate in New Orleans."

"You know him?" asked the Chief.

"Not really. He showed up at the club last night. He got obnoxious and I had to get him escorted out."

"Any idea why he was there?"

"Said he was doing some research."

"Research?"

Anna Belle was still focused on Mr. Ricardo when she answered, "Research on my family."

As if he had been recognized, Mr. Ricardo turned and left, walking down the sidewalk. 

Meanwhile at Ivy Lane, Bunny and Mike were discussing Sam and Della's wedding. "Why don't we host their reception here?" suggested Bunny.

"Sounds good to me, if you don't think it will stress you out."

Bunny laughed, "After Kathleen's reception I feel like an expert."

"An expert, huh?" said Mike with a smile.

"Well, I know who to call."

"Then I guess that does make you an expert. You want to call Della."

Bunny picked up her phone and smiled. "I just love making people happy."

Della was thrilled, "Are you sure Bunny? That is asking a lot."

"No it's not. Mike and I want to do something. It's the least we can do."

Della sighed, "Oh, Bunny, I was dreading having to deal with my mother. And Mike's family . . . well, I wanted something nice."

They discussed a few details, said they would talk more at work the following morning, and rang off.

"Well, that's done," said Bunny.

"Oh, I beg to differ - that is just the beginning." Mike laughed.

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