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    The Dixie Virgin Chronicles: Janet (Book 2)
    The Dixie Virgin Chronicles: Janet (Book 2)
    The Dixie Virgin Chronicles: Janet (Book 2)
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    The Dixie Virgin Chronicles: Janet (Book 2)

    By Peggy Webb

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    While Carrie Bradshaw was in Manhattan looking for Sex in the City, the Dixie Virgins looking for love, marriage, and a baby carriage.

    Sweet, sassy, and laugh aloud funny, this 7-book series follows seven women from the Deep South who met at a summer camp for girls when they were in pigtails and remained best friends through the years.

    Now in their early twenties - some of them in college, some in new jobs - they’ve all set out to snare a man while staying true to the rule Bea made that long-ago summer: If the boys from Camp Geronimo come over, don’t let them near your Virginia.

    In book two, Janet has her life mapped out: finish her medical degree, hang out her shingle, then find a suitable man and have a family that includes two kids and a dog with a pedigree. When a stray named Harvey and a sexy Mr. Wrong upset her plans, it takes the Dixie Virgins to make everything right.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPeggy Webb
    Release dateSep 25, 2013
    ISBN9780989955515
    The Dixie Virgin Chronicles: Janet (Book 2)
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    Peggy Webb

    Peggy Webb is the author of 200 magazine humor columns, 2 screenplays, and 70 books.

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      The Dixie Virgin Chronicles - Peggy Webb

      The Dixie Virgin Chronicles, Janet

      Book Two

      PEGGY WEBB

      Copyright 2013 by Peggy Webb, second edition

      Copyright © 1990 by Peggy Webb, first edition

      Cover art design 2013 by Kim Van Meter

      Smashwords Edition

      Prologue

      From: Janet (Janet@aol.com)

      To: Belinda, Clemmie, Joanna, Molly, Catherine, Bea

      Re: Belinda’s Wedding

      I’m still pinching myself that I got to see every one of you at the wedding! Belinda, I’ve never seen a happier bride! I’ll admit I was skeptical when Cat said she was bringing love birds from New Orleans. I could picture bird shit everywhere. But it was amazing when you kissed your new husband and all those white doves went fluttering into the air! By the way, I totally approve your Reeve Lawrence. He’s intelligent, cultured, successful and mad about you!

      Oh, I miss all of you! But I’m really looking forward to my internship. All my books are unpacked and I’m settled into my new apartment, thanks to your dad, Molly. I could never have found this gem of place without Mr. Rakestraw. I love being downtown so I can walk to the library and the post office. There’s a school nearby where I can run on the track. And there’s even a darling little mutt who comes by to visit on weekends. I call him Harvey. Life just couldn’t be more perfect!

      Xo

      Janet

      From: Molly (molly@hotmail.com)

      To: Janet, Belinda, Catherine, Clemmie, Joanna, Bea

      Re: From Paris with love

      OMG, Janet, I’m so glad you’re in Tupelo now and in the same apartment as Daddy! How cool is that! He’ll be a surrogate father to you, but I want you to keep an eye on him, too. I think he’s found somebody on Match.com, but he’s not saying. I’m ABOUT TO DIE!!! By the way, Mr. Rakestraw is far too formal for Daddy. Call him Mr. Jed. He’ll love that.

      It was totally awesome to see all of you! I thought we looked incredible in the Parisian bridesmaids’ dresses, and that gorgeous shade of sky blue I found looked fabulous on all of us! Of course, Belinda, you were the shining star in that bridal gown that looked like something out of a fairy tale. Do have the best honeymoon ever!!! And if you have time to join me for lunch before you leave Paris, that would be so much fun!

      Much love,

      Molly

      From: Joanna (joanna@hotmail.com)

      To: Janet, Molly, Bea, Clemmie, Catherine, Belinda

      Re: Those SHOES!

      Cat, those SHOES were to die for!!! Where did you ever find them? Now that I’m back, I wear then everywhere. The nuns here at the Santa Maria Magdalena Colegio y Conservatorio de Arte y Musica are about to have heart failure. They tell me silver shoes with four inch heels and rhinestone buckles are INAPPROPRIATE. Hello? I’d DIE before turning myself into somebody APPROPRIATE!!!!

      Oh, Belinda, I LOVED your wedding. Reeve is DELICIOUS LOOKING. Enjoy every minute of your honeymoon. Your Virginia is going to be SO happy! I’m dying to ask about the salacious details, but even I won’t go that far.

      The only fly in the ointment was that I didn’t get to see Kirk. Wouldn’t you know my guardian would have business in Europe while I was in America! I hope he’s not turning into some OLD guy while I’m slaving over my books here in Madrid. LOL

      Big Hugs!!!

      Joanna

      From: Clemmie (Clementine@yahoo.com)

      To: Molly, Joanna, Janet, Belinda, Bea, Catherine

      Re: Still Smiling

      Every time I look at my pretty bridesmaid dress hanging in the closet, I smile. If I could bottle our laughter and stories and sell them for a buck a pop, I’d have enough money to pay off the mortgage on my little boarding house. Gracious, I still laugh out loud about Joanna’s escapade with the bullfighter. I can just picture the look of shock on his face when he scaled up the espalier, landed in the wrong room, and Sister Mary Margaret dumped dish water all over his suit of lights! I don’t hear stories like that at Peppertown. Mostly I hear from my dear boarder, Miss Josephine, about her latest fantasy of her dead lover. Still, she does spice things up a bit.

      Janet, it’s fun that you’re close enough to visit now. I hope you’ll take a break from the hospital so we can have a gab session! And when Belinda gets back from her honeymoon in Paris, I’ll cook lunch for the three of us!

      Hugs,

      Clemmie

      From: Catherine (Catherine@yahoo.com)

      To: Janet, Molly, Joanna, Belinda, Bea, Clemmie

      Re: Heaven

      OMG, when I came up for the wedding, I felt as if I’d left Hell and landed in Heaven! Not that I’m complaining. I totally LOVE vet school, but it was great to ditch my sneakers and put on high heels. It was even more fun to forget about the gestation period of elephants and watch Bea flirting with that cute groomsman. What was his name? Joe something or other. He’s not my type, but he did have some obvious charms. Those muscles! LOL.

      Belinda, sweetie, now that you’re the ONLY one of us married, I guess I’ll have to stop calling you a Dixie Virgin. How FABULOUS is that!

      XOXO

      Catherine

      From: Belinda (belinda@yahoo.com)

      To: Catherine, Janet, Bea, Clemmie, Molly, Joanna

      Re: Paris!

      You sure can, Cat! And I’m not saying another word!!!!

      Xoxox

      Belinda (Mrs. Reeve Lawrence! Can you believe it!)

      From: Bea (bea@bellsouth.net)

      To: Belinda, Catherine, Janet, Clemmie, Molly, Joanna

      Re: Dixie Virgins

      Listen, Belinda will always be a Dixie Virgin! It’s more about being an independent woman than what happens to your Virginia. Though I do hope Belinda’s Virginia is now shouting hallelujah. Matter of fact, I think I heard it all the way from Paris to Dallas! Yee Haw!!!!

      Hugs,

      Bea

      Chapter One

      Harvey was missing. He hadn’t come home for the past two weekends, and Janet was getting worried. As she parked her car in front of her apartment, she decided she’d have to do something about him. Soon. But first she had to soak her feet. It had been a long day at the hospital.

      A light rain was falling, and when she got out of the car she pulled her coat close against the chill.

      Is that you, Janet?

      Molly’s dad, who was her next-door neighbor, always greeted her that way. Because of the little chill in the air, only his head stuck out his front door.

      She smiled at him. It’s me, Mr. Jed. How have you been today?

      Excellent, my dear! Mr. Jed inched farther out his door as Janet started up her sidewalk. In his corduroy pants and a sweater with leather elbow patches he looked like a comfortable version of George Clooney. I’ve made hot chocolate. Want some?

      That sounds good. Your place or mine?

      I’ll bring it over there so you relax. You’re working too hard. Molly will never forgive me if I let you collapse from exhaustion.

      Mr. Jed vanished back into his apartment. Two things Janet love most about her first floor apartment were Molly’s dad and her little postage stamp patio/yard. Mr. Jed had a joyful spirit that gave her a lift after dealing with sick children all day, and her yard was so small that it never accused her of neglect by looking naked without all the petunias, zinnias, forsythia and whatever else ordinary, sane adults in Tupelo planted in their flower beds.

      Janet fitted the key into her lock and pushed open her front door. The fragrance of peach potpourri greeted her. She stood a moment, inhaling the sweet scent and enjoying the peace; then she hung her coat on the hall tree and led Mr. Jed into her living room. It was small but comfortable, with a tiny fireplace, plenty of bookshelves for Janet’s medical books and enough room left over for her second-hand sofa and a fat, cushy chair she’d found at the flea market. The only touch of class was a Ming vase, which her parents had insisted on giving her was a housewarming gift, though she’d argued a temporary apartment was not a new house.

      Awful quiet in your house, Mr. Jed remarked as he sat down in a chair and placed the tray of hot chocolate over a scruff mark on the yard sale coffee table.

      It is. Especially since Harvey’s not here. Have you seen him lately?

      That big stray mutt that comes over here every weekend?

      Yes. I haven’t seen him in a couple of weeks.

      Probably courting. That’s what everybody else is doing these days—everybody except you.

      Janet waved her hand in airy dismissal. I’m a career woman, Mr. Jed. You and Harvey are enough for me.

      It was true: she was satisfied with her career. Not that she didn’t like children. On the contrary, she loved them. That’s why she had chosen pediatrics. But her internship demanded so much physical and emotional energy she didn’t have enough left over for a serious relationship.

      She sipped chocolate and enjoyed and enjoyed a neighborly chat. By the time she was standing at the door waving goodbye to Mr. Jed, it was dark and the wind had picked up speed. She felt a rain storm in the air and thought of Harvey, out there on the streets somewhere, cold and friendless and hungry.

      Harvey, she called into the darkness. No friendly dog face appeared. No wagging tail thumped her front door, and no big pink tongue licked her hand. She couldn’t imagine spending another Friday evening without Harvey.

      She ducked inside her apartment, bundled into her raincoat and went back out to the car.

      Her apartment was on the corner of Jefferson and Madison, directly across from the library. She took the Madison Street exit, turned the corner at Jefferson and cruised slowly down the street, looking right and left for the mutt who was part golden retriever, part mournful hound dog, and all heart. At the First Baptist Church she turned north on Church Street toward the elementary school. Harvey liked children. He could be on the playground, waiting for a group of Girl Scouts or watching a late soccer practice. Though why anybody would be practicing in this weather, she couldn’t imagine.

      The rain came down in earnest as she drove slowly along. She passed a large man wrapped in a heavy raincoat and carrying a big black umbrella. He looked sinister on the dark, lonely street. Not many people walked the streets in weather like this, certainly not in a residential section of town. She started to pass him, then changed her mind. Obviously she was overworked to be thinking of one of her fellow citizens as sinister. Tupelo was the friendliest town she knew, and besides the man might have seen Harvey. Feeling a little bit foolish, she backed up and lowered her window.

      Excuse me, she called.

      The man jerked up his head, as if she had startled him. There was nothing sinister about his blue eyes. Or his face. Under the streetlights it looked as open and friendly as a dance club on ladies’ night.

      Yes?

      The voice was nice, too. Rich and crisp, like dark red apples.

      I’m looking for my dog—Harvey. Have you seen a large tan dog?

      The big man ambled slowly toward her car. He didn’t walk or stroll; he ambled, as if the sky were pouring sunbeams on his head instead of raindrops—as if he had nothing but time on his hands.

      That’s a funny coincidence. I’m looking for a dog myself. George. A big, shaggy mutt with reddish hair and a tail that wags all the time. The man was beside her car now, and he leaned into her window. I don’t suppose you’ve seen him?

      His smile was sincere and a little crooked. She smiled back.

      No. I’m afraid not. Sorry I can’t help you.

      Me, too. He patted the car door almost absently and looked as if he were going to say something else; then he backed away. Good luck.

      You, too.

      As she drove off, she glanced in her rearview mirror. He was still standing there, not quite on the sidewalk but not quite in the street, either, the big umbrella dangling by his side, raindrops pouring over his head. His wet hair made a dark cap of curls around his face.

      She was at the end of the block before she realized she hadn’t even glanced in the direction of the school. Harvey could have been standing on his hind legs saluting the flag in the front yard for all the attention she’d been paying.

      She rounded the corner, scanning the thick hedges that bordered the football field. A block down the street she parked her car. The only way she could possibly find her dog in the dark was to make a thorough search of the campus on foot with her flashlight. She decided to start with the football field.

      o0o

      After the woman drove off, it took Dan Albany two minutes to snap out of whatever spell he was in. He’d thought himself acquainted with every good-looking woman in Tupelo, but somehow he’d missed that auburn-haired beauty in the aging red Corvette. And she liked dogs. That was a plus. If she also liked cream-filled cupcakes, greasy hamburgers, soggy fries, kids and soccer games in the rain, she’d be just about perfect. But he hadn’t even asked her name.

      Shaking his head to clear it, he sent raindrops flying. With a sigh, he lifted his umbrella and continued down the street in search of his dog. He even laughed aloud at his foolish fancies.

      Well, Coach, he said in that jocular way he had of addressing himself when he felt he needed a good talking to, it’s just as well. Classy looking ladies driving Corvettes aren’t usually the old-fashioned type who enjoy life on a shoestring budget.

      Not that he was looking, anyhow. Life had a wonderful way of just happening, and he figured one day his sweet, old- fashioned dream woman would waltz into his life. Though why it hadn’t happened in thirty years, he couldn’t say. Maybe he should be looking.

      But first, he had to find George.

      He made a quick

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