A Tempest of Blondes

Linda's hand and kept a straight face until the two girls had meandered out of the

trying to keep a straight face, knowing he sounded like a ham actor in a grade-B Mafia movie. What a thrill

d 10% of the Traty prize money if she succeeded in scuttling Team Ace. He had negotiated 7% and knew he had a good dea

John F. Kennedy had once been there, as had Elizabeth Tayl

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he had no intention of spending a bomb on tickets. Back in her apartment, she crossed to h

kets tucked in the diary. Linda stared a moment at the tickets, and then

s a woman's vo

loway?" Linda

Bruce Holl

el the puzzlement at the other end of the line. She went on, "The bimbo h

ntake of breath, t

roost. Her face opened in a broad grin. She dated only married men. Love had no place in her, nor did lus

she flicked them one by one. "This for C

e flower-girl date of fifty-year-old William Nobles, Bruce's comrade-in

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stylish Sean John casuals, and should have been by her side alone, not sandw

he Traty penultimate, but here he was. The fool! How she would gloat

y to lead the team, was no match for Jason, and she reckoned Team Eagle would be at least ten points ahead of Team Ace at th

would get when she took the seat across from him. Cooladé would know, too late, how damaging t

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ing concert coyotes, waving his arms in the air "like you just don't care," was Robbie – happy recipient of Plat

to a reedy-looking gizmo passing by in a stage-hand's overall.

out?" Kolade aske

z we'll be backsta

pped. "We're mee

you might

nice was in as dumbfounded a state as Kolade, but catching a wink from

" said

never read. Backstage, the stagehand thrust the note to a be

for?" Beef

u are se

person and didn't much li

d said, beginning to go. "Some br

as if he couldn't read. It was just that he

ommo

fist or two. Huffing in the direction of the trouble, Beef thought he had stuck the unread note in his pocket. But nudg

ce of paper had become litter, being partially burie

an off-beat profile done on her in Rolling Stone. She thought the interview a fitting reward for many months of diligent

he desired effect, grabbed Kolade and Shanice to go backstage. "Clip these on." She s

onde. "Make way!" she cried in tandem with her i

giving the world a new magazine. "Rock Forever! On our way!" A dozen milling bodies further, he decided

serving happily that there were no Rolling Stone

de way for Kolade. Kolade swelled from the compliment and carved a quick path through t

he lights were from the flashing bulbs of genuine press and media people who would include Roll

. He turned to get hel

e in sight. No

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llywood Bowl. Shanice, seated by her and rocking too, now knew why Linda h

"I should have known," Shanice managed at last. "Was I all sweaty when you said we were meeting Riva!" S

of it," Linda quipped,

N

not

red abou

t him a good

a a sly glance. "

loody genius or what!" Platinum Linda slapped her palm a

d with the pictu

nt backstage... can't remember where I read it..

nd up a blondie bozo, but quite another to d

keep him in hospital unti

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tarting a stalk on Riva Diva, but he could spot a fake from up the Himalayas. As he glared down from about five inche

with spinning-top ease. His kick had broken a few backs be

The voice

an who was Riva's manager and the brains behind her spectacula

ressman," B

fessor held Kolade with his

se," Kolade

at

an. Real

a stu

h –

ted. "He'

N

ied b

not now. F

to show his disgruntlement, but c

Kolade. "C

really happening? Was this

ger, and Kolade uprooted his