Foul Play Read Free

chicken…”
    â€œI’d like to feed it to my cat.”
    â€œNot many people are replaced by a chicken.”
    â€œYeah. Lucky me.”
    â€œJust exactly what sort of job did you have?”
    â€œLulu the Clown. I hosted a daytime television show for preschoolers on one of the local stations. I sang a little and danced a little and told stories.”
    â€œI’ve seen that show. My nephew loves it.” Lulu the Clown. Jake got an instant image of the lively young female clown with a bush of curly red hair and long slender legs clad in red-and-white stripedstockings. He remembered her as being sensational, with an obvious affection for her Munchkin audience.
    Spot slung his massive head over the back of the front seat and rested his jaw on Amy’s shoulder. Amy unconsciously scratched the dog between the ears. “After college I tried teaching first grade, but my principal thought my methods were…unorthodox.”
    â€œLet me guess. Lulu?”
    Amy grinned. “Sometimes. Sometimes I’d be Katy Kitten or a medieval princess, or Annie Oakley. I just wanted to make things more interesting. More entertaining. Time can pass very slowly for a seven-year-old who’s away from his mom six hours a day.”
    Jake wanted to punch out that principal. In fact, Jake was ready to punch out anyone who didn’t appreciate Amy.
    Good Lord, he silently groaned, how could he be so besotted by someone he’d only known for ten minutes? He made a conscious effort to relax, loosening his white-knuckled grip on the wheel, easing the tension at the base of his neck.
    There had been strong feelings for a few other women in his life, but nothing like this. Nothing that hit him so fast and so hard. This was scary. Four hours ago he was in surgery, happily operating on Tommy Hostrup’s cat. Four hours ago he’d been contented, well adjusted, a respected member of the community…and now he was sweating bullets because he was afraid he was going to attack the delicious little morsel sitting next to him. If she knew what he was thinking she’d probably jump out the window.
    Amy indicated that he should take a right-hand turn, and continued. “Anyway, when the school year came to a close I decided maybe I wasn’t destined to teach first grade. I loved working with children, but I needed something with more personal freedom…more action. The idea for a TV show came to me in the middle of the night. I woke up in a sweat, thinking, holy cow, wouldn’t it be great to entertain hundreds of kids at a time instead of just twenty-five! So, the next day I got dressed up in my clown suit and marched into the studio.”
    Amy rolled her eyes. “I still don’t believe I had the nerve to do that! I read The Little Engine That Could to the station manager. He sat there the whole time, smoking a cigar and looking at me as if I was from outer space. I was into the second round of singing ‘I’m a Little Teapot’ when Gilda Szalagy, the Morning Cooker, walked in and announced she was leaving to take a job in Atlanta. They gave me her slot on a trial basis, and I’ve been Lulu the Clown ever since…until four o’clock today.”
    â€œDidn’t you have a contract?”
    She shook her head. “Nope. It’s a mom-and-pop-type station. We just went day by day. It was always very low key. Very pleasant.”
    â€œDid they say why they were replacing you?”
    â€œTwo weeks ago Sam, the station manager, retired. The new station manager said the show needed a fresh face.”
    â€œYeah, but a fresh beak? Hard to believe a chicken could entertain kids for a whole hour.”
    â€œThe chicken comes with a trainer. Isuppose she’ll read the stories and sing the songs.”
    â€œAnd the chicken will do the dancing?”
    Amy grinned. “Listen, I’ve seen the chicken dance—it’s pretty good.”
    â€œI bet its