Addie is finally ready to leave her carefree life as a bartender behind much to her mother's relief and she takes a job as social director at an independent living facility in the lowcountry of South Carolina although. not exactly up to par with her MBA. Her mother laments Addie's chances of finding an eligible husband if she is with senior citizens all day. Addie quickly develops relationships with the charming and eccentric residents. She soon discovers her boss maybe working for the mob and she becomes involved with a handsome detective. Addie struggles to define herself as a modern southern woman her mother can be proud of and along the way receives pearls of wisdom from her newfound friends and the matriarchs of her family. From outings to the gun range and miniature golf with the cast of characters, to assisting law enforcement and falling for Detective Jack Doyle along the way Addie will have you cheering her on.
Raised as an Army Brat, settled in the Low Country of South Carolina at 17 and never left Educator for 22 years, writer for a lifetime, wanting to be Author for my second career. Dog lover and Pearl wearer. Confessed Bookaholic, with no plans to recover. Learn more about me at: authorjulieallan.wordpress.com
The idea for the setting of this book came from time I spent at an independent living facility with a dear older friend, Mrs. Doyle, really more of a second mother to me. Whenever I visited, I found myself imagining the backstory of the various residents I would see in the lobby or the corridors. Sometimes I would go to the dining room with Mrs. Doyle and would listen to many fascinating stories from her co-residents. If you take the time you will hear the drama, romance and adventure in everyday lives. So I knew Addie would need three specific residents to bond with. This is her first encounter with them and immediately she is drawn to them. I hope you are too, they are three remarkable ladies well worth getting to know.
Pearls of Wisdom
To the left was a reception desk and a long upholstered bench that was occupied by three women, their white and gray heads close together in conversation. The woman in the middle was dressed in elegant wool slacks, and a soft cashmere twin set, a long strand of pearls hung around her neck and she absently played with them as she conversed with her companions. Addie had a flash of what her mother might look like in another twenty years. The woman on the left was quite the opposite. She had a pair of glasses perched on her rather tousled hair and another pair hanging around her neck. She also wore slacks, but her shoes read more orthopedic than stylish, and her sweater was two sizes too big. Addie flashed to a vision of herself in another fifty years. The woman on the right was not like any older woman that Addie had ever encountered. She has stunning white hair that was elegantly, done in an up do. She was all in black except for a deep red cashmere pashmina pinned at the shoulder with a dramatic sterling silver pin that looked like it could serve as a small combat weapon if needed. She wore black leather ankle boots and her makeup was done like a stage actress. Addie caught a whiff of Chanel No 5 as she walked past the trio to the counter.