Diners, Drive-Ins, And Death: a Comfort Food Mystery

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The committee members got loud to make their points over each other, and Blondie started barking like a mad dog.     I phoned Sandy Harbor deputy sheriff Ty Brisco, one of my first friends when I moved here. Ty’s a transplant from Houston, Texas, and he can really work a pair of jeans and a white cowboy hat. If he adds his snakeskin boots and his brown suede bomber jacket, women of all ages melt like butter on toast.     But not me. I’m not interested. I’m still shell-shocked from my divorce from Deputy Doug of Philadelphia.     “Ty, can you come over and take Blondie? I have a real heated meeting going on here, and she’s barking her head off.”     “Sure, Trixie. I’ll be right over to get her. We’ll go for a long walk.”     “Thanks, Ty.” I just loved his drawl. I could listen to him read the phone book.     It wouldn’t take Ty long to walk to the Big House.
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