Molly Pink, known to her friends as just Pink, works in a book store. This is not your everyday book store; they also teach knitting and crochet lessons. Molly belongs to the group know as the Tarzana Hookers. Molly's husband passed away several years ago and now her youngest son has moved out. So now if she wants popcorn for supper she can.
You know the old saying, be careful what you wish for. Well that is just how Molly feels now. She doesn't like this feeling. Molly does have two men that want to spend more time with her. First there is Barry, who is a detective and then there is Mason an attorney. Molly also thought that she just wanted a companion, but now realizes that she wants more than that. Barry bows out feeling that she would have a better life with Mason.
The upcoming weekend is the big knit and crochet show. All companies are going to showing their different yarns to sew and teach some classes on both. The big surprise comes when one of the big companies head executive is murdered and one of the Tarzana hookers is the main suspect. Molly is a closed door sleuth. As much as Barry tells her to stay out of it, she just can't.
What a delightful book Betty Hechtman has written. KNOT GUILTY is the second book that I have read of hers and enjoyed both of them. Hechtman shows how no matter how much you don't agree with one of your friends, when they are in trouble, you should be there for them. Hechtman also tells as how much you might think you love your new life, sometimes being alone is not as fun as you thought it would be.
Hechtman also includes in the back of the book a few crochet patterns, along with a recipe. I don't know how to crochet, wish I did. I know how to knit, so I really enjoyed the banter between knitters and people who crochet.
Molly Pink and her pals, the Tarzana Hookers, are ready
to
bring the craft of crochet to the masses. But when one of
their members finds herself the prime suspect in a
murder,
the Hookers are going to have to switch their focus to
fighting her bad rapβ¦
Molly and her friends canβt wait to get more people
hooked
on crochet at the annual SoCal Knit Style Show, where
Shedd
& Royal has been granted a vendor booth. In the past, the
show has always been about knitting, and this is the
first
year thereβll be crochet classes and a crochet
competition.
The showβs organizer is K. D. Kirby, publisher of several
knitting magazines and owner of a yarn store that caters
to
an elite Beverly Hills crowd. Everyone is shocked when
K.D.
doesnβt show up for the opening reception, but thatβs
nothing compared to how they feel when sheβs finally
foundβdead in her hotel suite.
Suspicion immediately falls on Adele, one of the Tarzana
Hookers, who locked horns with K.D., and whose handmade
crochet hook is found at the murder scene. Certain that
Adeleβs been framed, Molly starts her own investigation,
hoping to get their pal off the hook and find a killer
before another guest checks outβ¦
DELICIOUS RECIPES & CROCHET PATTERNS INCLUDED!
You know that saying about being careful what you wish
for? My name is Molly Pink, and I can tell you itβs one
hundred percent true. Ever since my husband, Charlie,
died, Iβve been saying that I want to try flying solo.
To live without having to answer to anyone. You know, I
could wear sweatpants with a hole in them and eat ice
cream for dinner. Iβd be the captain of my own ship.
I thought I was headed right to that lifestyle. Iβd
gotten past my grief and had started a new chapter in my
life by getting the job at Shedd & Royal Books and More
as the event coordinator/community relations person. But
then I met Barry Greenberg and we had a relationship.
Okay, maybe he was my boyfriend. Itβs hard for me to say
that word, even in my mind. It just sounds so ridiculous
since Barry is a homicide detective in his fifties.
You might notice that I said had a relationship. Really
it was off and on again and off again and on again. You
get the pictures. But now it was finally off forever.
Let me offer a little catch-up on that. During all the
off and on agains of our relationship, there had been the
complication of my friendship with Mason Fields. Mason
had always wanted it to be something more, but I had
wanted it to stay the same.
Then when Barry and I had yet another hiccup, we decided
we would be better off as friends. Barry had seemed to
accept it, but then he showed up and said he was walking
away from the whole situation. He said the friendship
thing was all a sham and I was the only one who didnβt
know it. Then he suggested I go out with Mason because I
deserved better than what he, Barry, could offer.
It reminded e of the whole King Solomon story when two
women were fighting over a baby and the king offer to cut
it in half. One of the women stepped forward
relinquishing her claim rather than seeing the baby
injured. The king knew that meant she loved the baby
more and gave it to her. So, it seemed Barry was saying
he cared more because he was so concerned with my
happiness. But that didnβt mean I was ready to resume
our relationship.
I had never told Mason about Barryβs gallant act.
Actually, I had barely talked to Mason afer that. It was
all on my part and Iβm not even sure why. He left
messages and I didnβt return them. Then the holidays hit
and I got lost in work. Mason stopped trying to contact
me. I can only imagine what he thought. In the end, I
had let my social life go dark..
Assorted people had been staying with me for various
reasons but that had ended as well.
The final step came when my son Samuel moved outβ well,
in with his girlfriend. Though he didnβt take his cats.
And suddenly there I was alone. At least almost alone.
I had the two cats and the two dogs; my terrier mix
Blondie and Cosmo, a little black dog that was supposed
to be Barry and his sonβs dog, but thatβs another story.
So here at last my chance to soar on my own wings. Do
whatever I wanted. Answer to no one.
At first I was so busy with the holidays and everything
at the bookstore, I didnβt think much about being on my
own. But it was January now, and as I once again looked
around my cavernous living room, it all began to get to
me. I made a tour of the three bedrooms on the other
side of the house from mine. Only the one I used to keep
all my yarn in and crochet in showed any signs of life.
The other two were uncomfortably neat. My footsteps
echoed as I walked into the kitchen. It was just as Iβd
left it when I went to bed. Just like yesterday and a
lot of yesterdays before, there were no dishes in the
sink, no ravaged refrigerator. No one hd come knocking
at my door in the middle of the night looking for comfort
after a bad night with suspects. No one hd called and
suggested a fun outing. All the peace started to
overwhelm me.
I made coffee for myself quickly. Did I want to sit
around and reveal in all this quiet and independence?
No, I couldnβt wait to get to work and the problems, the
confusion, and most of all the people. Iβd heard the
statement that silence is deafening and now I understood
it. I needed some noise. I needed some upheaval in my
life. Yes, I had learned my lesson about being careful
what I wished for. Id gotten it in spades and absolutely
hated it. I knew what I had to do to stir up the pot of
my life.
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