My daughter has been (sort of nicely, but only a little) bugging me to write a new Babet and Prosper. I’ve been busy. I’ve been making my fingers thin trying to pound out my new mystery. Yes, my fingers should be in great shape. My fanny? Don’t ask. But Holly didn’t care, so I thought of a new story to put on my webpage. It probably has mistakes and might be rough. I’ll try to polish it this weekend, but I sort of promised to put something new up this Thursday, and well… here goes. Hope you like it.