Eleven on Top (Stephanie Plum 11)

“N-N-No.”

“It's a scandal,” she said. “You've brought disgrace to my house. A respectable woman would be married and have children by now. You go to his house and tempt him with your body and then you leave. Shame on you. Shame. Shame. I should put the eye on you. Make your teeth fall out of your head. Turn your hair gray. Cause your female parts to shrink away until there's nothing left of them.”

Grandma Mazur elbowed her way through the crush of people around the cookie table. “What's going on here?” she asked. “What'd I miss about female parts?”

“Your granddaughter is a Jezebel,” Grandma Bella said. “Jumping in and out of my Joseph's bed.”

“Half the women in the Burg have been in and out of his bed,” Grandma Mazur said. “Heck, half the women in the state ...”

“Not lately,” I said. “He's different now.”

“I'm going to put the eye on her,” Grandma Bella said. “I'm going to make her female parts turn to dust.”

“Over my dead body,” Grandma Mazur said.

Bella scrunched up her face. “That could be arranged.”

“You better watch it, sister,” Grandma Mazur said. “You don't want to get me mad. I'm a holy terror when I'm mad.”

“Hah, you don't scare me,” Bella said. “Stand back. I'm going to give the eye.”

Grandma Mazur pulled a .45 long barrel out of her big black patent-leather purse and pointed it at Bella. “You put your finger to your eye and I'll put a hole in your head that's so big you could push a potato through it.”

Bellas eyes rolled around in her head. “I'm having a vision. I'm having a vision.”

I grabbed the gun from Grandma and shoved it back into her bag. “No shooting! She's just a crazy old lady.”

Bella snapped to attention. “Crazy old lady? Crazy old lady? I'll show you crazy old lady. I'll give you a thrashing. Someone get me a stick. I'll put the eye on everyone if someone doesn't give me a stick.”

“No one thrashes my granddaughter,” Grandma Mazur said. “And besides, look around. Do you see any sticks? It's not like you're in the woods. You know what your problem is? You gotta learn how to chill.”

Bella grabbed Grandma Mazur by the nose. She was so fast Grandma never saw it coming. “You're a demon woman!” Bella shouted.

Grandma Mazur clocked Bella on the side of the head with the big patent-leather purse, but Bella had a death grip on Grandma Mazur. Grandma hit her a second time and Bella hunkered in. Bella scrunched up her face and held tight to the nose.

I was in the mix, trying to

wrestle Bella away. Grandma accidentally caught me with a roundhouse swing of the purse that knocked me off my feet.

Bitsy Mullen was jumping around, wringing her hands and shrieking. “Help! Stop! Someone do something!”

Mrs. Lubchek was behind Bitsy, at the cookie table, watching the whole thing. “Oh, for the love of God,” Mrs. Lubchek said with an eyeroll. And Mrs. Lubchek grabbed the pitcher of iced tea off the cookie table and dumped it on Grandma Bella and Grandma Mazur.

Grandma Bella released Grandma Mazur's nose and looked down at herself. “I'm wet. What is this?”

“Iced tea,” Mrs. Lubchek said. “I poured iced tea on you.”

“I'll turn you into an artichoke.”

“You need to take a pill,” Mrs. Lubchek said. “You're nutsy cuckoo.”

Stiva hurried across the room with Joe's mother close on his heels.

“We're out of iced tea,” Mrs. Lubchek said to Stiva.

“I'm having a vision,” Grandma Bella said, her eyes rolling around in her head. “I see fire. A terrible fire. I see rats escaping, running from the fire. Big, ugly, sick rats. And one of the rats has come back.” Bella's eyes snapped open and focused on me. “He's come back to get you.”

“Omigod,” Bitsy said. “Omigod. Omigod!”