Ronny was a hopelessly flawed human being, something even a prima donna like Tutu could tell. Ronny's face looked as if it had been cranked through a vise grip. All his features appeared crushed together in a small skull, with narrow-set, beady eyes and a thin streak of a mouth showing mismatched teeth but no lips. Gretchen recognized him immediately from the photo that Nina had recently mutilated with an entire set of darts.
"What are you doing touching my car?" Nina yelled, rushing out of Curves. "Get away before I sic Tutu on you."
Ronny sneered at the lunging schnoodle and didn't move.
Gretchen hurried after Nina, hoping to get between them before Nina blasted him with the pepper spray she carried in her purse.
"Who's your girlfriend?" He ogled Gretchen while running his tongue around the outside of his mouth. "She's a looker.
"Hi, darlin'," he said to Gretchen.
"Shut up, Ronny," Nina warned.
"I'm gathering news for next week's edition, and I'd like a quote from you," he said to Nina while leering at Gretchen.
Gretchen saw a recording unit in his shirt pocket and a microphone extended toward Nina. "Phoenix Exposed is the hottest paper coming off the press. A quote from you will be read by everybody in town, so make it good."
"You rotten little twerp," Nina said, digging in her purse. "You could have ruined my dog training business with that stupid, lying article."
"Is that your quote? Can you repeat it a little louder please? I'm not sure you were close enough for the mic to pick up those fine, literary words."
"I should sue your brains out-that is, if you have any."
Nina continued to dig through her large purse. "It's a good thing you have only two subscribers, your mother and your sister."
"Make fun all you want," Ronny said, "but I'm positioning myself to go mainstream. I just need some compelling, breaking news."
"I'll break you, you…" Nina's hand shot out of her purse, pointing the nozzle of the spray at Ronny. "Back off."
Ronny pushed off from the Impala and stepped back.
"Whoa, Nellie. You didn't like the article?"
Gretchen was aghast at Ronnie's audacity. Didn't the guy have a conscience? Ever since he launched his weekly newspaper, he'd been slinking around hoping for a legitimate story. In the meantime, he wrote bad pulp fiction using real people's names. The article that had Nina ready to zap Ronny into the nearest hospital with a full frontal spray attack was about her canine business. According to Ronny, Nina was the supreme commander of an alien group from a distant galaxy called Canial that "sent puppy impersonators to infiltrate Arizonian's homes and study human behavior."
He had snapped a photo of Nina as she came out of a downtown New Age shop. She had a purse dog trainee riding in a purse on her shoulder, and she was cooing to him when Ronny snapped the shot. The caption read "Commander Caught Debriefing Foot Soldier."
"People love that stuff," he made the mistake of saying.
"Martians, alien attacks, all that space stuff."
Gretchen couldn't bring herself to stop Nina. It was a direct hit.
Ronny screamed, while Nina rushed around the car and hurriedly unlocked the Impala's doors.
"You better not show up at the doll show with those peeing, shedding mutts," he screamed at her. "I'll have you arrested for a public health violation. That ought to make a great story."
Nina turned and ran at him again. The pepper spray flew in a long, carefully aimed stream.
Gretchen and her aunt jumped into the car and sped off.
"You think he'll call the police?" Gretchen asked.
"It'll be his word against mine. No one saw it."
Gretchen looked back. Ronny was crouched on the ground. "Are you kidding? Everyone inside Curves was watching through the front window."
"That will be his last alien article," Nina said with confidence. "I hope he doesn't recover soon. If he plans on attending the doll show tomorrow, I'm in trouble."
8
After a little shuffling around and rearranging on Bonnie's part, Gretchen found herself setting up next to April and Nina's table early Saturday morning.
She arranged the dolls on her assigned table. Nimrod peeked out of Gretchen's white cotton purse with the black poodles and red bows. Named for the biblical mighty hunter, the puppy casually watched the commotion around him from a strategic vantage point, slung from the back of Gretchen's chair.
Gretchn glanced at the next table with amusement. Leave it to Nina to create a buzz.
Her aunt sported a yellow dress with enormous blue and pink flowers and several matching bows wedged into her hair. Her color scheme appeared to be all the colors of the rainbow. Tutu, leashed to a table leg, wore an enormous, multicolored collar with streaming ribbons.
Nina rushed over and tied a bow into Nimrod's hair as well. It matched her rainbow color scheme.
A third dog-a tiny Yorkshire terrier-was next.
"Color coordination is important," Nina said, catching Gretchen laughing. "Gimmicks and gizmos sell services."
"You look great," Gretchen admitted as Nina scooped the puppy's topknot into her hand and tied it back with a ribbon. "Where did you get the Yorkie?"
"Her name is Sophie. She's my latest client. I worked out a deal with her owner, charging less because Sophie is working the show with me. Nimrod's a wonderful example of my excellent training ability, and Sophie is my unruly example of the importance of discipline."
Prepared to live up to her reputation, Sophie promptly peed on the table, reminding Gretchen of Ronny Beam's health violation threat.
"No, no," Nina said, whipping a tiny pad out of her supply bag and shoving it under Sophie. "You go pee-pee on the wee-wee pad. Gretchen, get Nimrod. He can show her how it works. That's the best way to learn. By example."
Gretchen handed Nimrod over and snuck back to her table. Nina desperately needed a male companion to take her attention away from all those animals.
Gretchen propped her newly lettered repair sign on a stand and opened her toolbox.
April came rushing in, her reading glasses perched on the end of her nose and her arms filled with doll valuation books. A white paper bag dangled from her fist under the pile of books.
"The parking lot's filling up," she said, dropping everything on her table. "The ticket takers are letting them in. I almost didn't get through the mob. Have a donut." She dug in the bag, handed one to Nina, and held one out for Gretchen.
Gretchen shook her head no and glanced at her watch. Ten minutes till showtime. Her stomach was doing little flipflops. Until the show was under way, she couldn't think about eating anything.
Where did I put the stringing nylon? She dug through the toolbox in a moment of panic, then remembered she had stowed it in a separate plastic bag in her purse. She pulled it out with relief and considered her future as a doll restoration artist if she didn't improve her business and organization skills. Her new career didn't look promising. At this rate, she'd run the business right into the ground if her mother didn't hurry back.
The large hall was filled with stocked tables and lively exhibitors. She scanned her own collection of dolls marked for sale. Usually her mother sold an eclectic grouping, but since this was Gretchen's first show, she planned to focus on just one type of dolclass="underline" Ginnys, which were extremely popular at the moment.
She wished again that she could have added the dolls from Chiggy's auction. If she ever saw that guy who had cheated her out of those dolls again, she'd chase him down. She'd keep an eye out for Duanne Wilson. Maybe he'd attend the show, if he was really a doll collector and not a scam artist.