in Woolen Bikinis
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All Women Need Their Own Simple Pleasures . . .
Jean and Rosie are involved in a new adventure together—one they’re both excited about—and they’ll introduce you to some interesting characters along the way.
While Jean is also busy dealing with numerous man issues, her best friend, Rosie, has plenty of issues of her own: she’s facing empty nest syndrome, her husband is recovering from heart surgery, and she’s finally prepared to solve a deep, dark secret from her past. Then, there’s the unexpected news that could shatter her optimism and faith.
In Woolen Bikinis is an engaging story about the unpredictable twists and turns that can happen in any woman’s life, as well as a strong friendship, one Jean and Rosie are fortunate to have, that can help carry one through.
It’s also about Simple Pleasures, plenty of them (like woolen bikinis).
Be prepared to be delighted!
Praise for in Woolen Bikinis:
"Once again, author Catherine Dougherty guides us on a wonderful journey through the lives of her characters, Jean and Rosie, as they revel in the rollercoaster ride of friendship. In Woolen Bikinis is a funny and heartfelt story of best friends, who despite their differences, work together to conquer the challenges that mid-life throws them—reminding us just how important best friends really are."
—Chris Stralyn, author of This Time You Lose
"In this artfully written sequel to in Polyester Pajamas, Catherine Dougherty skillfully strengthens the endearing friendship of the two principal protagonists, Rosie and Jean, so that the reader can't help but become immersed in their lives. I highly recommend this book, and as Roger Ebert would have said, "A big thumbs up for this author.”
—James Novak, Author of Ora’s Boy
Several people came in during the first hour. Then, around ten, Jack showed up, not forgetting he was scheduled to help out for a few hours. He went right to work putting new books on the shelves and dusting all of the furnishings, not only in the book area, but in Jean’s knitting area also. He spoke with a few of the customers as they passed by, discussing the new titles he’d recently read. It was nice to see him cheerful again. “Are you up for a little lunch together today?” I asked him at
the door. About an hour later, the shop phone rang. I hurried to answer it. “Hello, Simple Pleasures,” I announced. “Hey, Rosie, it’s me, Jean. Is Jack nearby?” I scanned the shop to see what he was up to. He was talking to a customer about a book. Great, he’s occupied. Still, I tried to sound concerned. “Are you all right? What’s happening?” “We’re fine. We’re on our way back from Mrs. Rodgers house. It wasn’t hard to find. Bob had already done some checking before we went. He found
self-exams lately, every time I took a shower and when I remembered. And it was just the other day I thought I may have felt something on my right breast not far from my armpit. It felt like a small pebble, a little bump. At first, I didn’t think much about it, but I became anxious to get the results to confirm it was nothing to be concerned about. The receptionist came back on the line. “Name again and date of birth.” She sounded like a recording, not pleasant at all. I tried to stay cheerful
should know for sure. My cell phone rang later that afternoon. I looked at the display-it was the doctor’s office. If I ran upstairs again, Jean would really be suspicious, so instead I found a quiet place in a nearby corner of the shop before I answered. “Ms. Blume?” Dr. Reynolds asked. I could feel myself starting to shake. From the sound of her voice, I sensed right away something wasn’t right. “Yes,” I replied quietly. “Well, er, ahh, first of all, I’d like to apologize for the delay
areas of Simple Pleasures, reading books, feeling yarn, and ooohing and aaahing at the knitted shawls, scarves, socks and hats the women at the senior center knitted up for Jean to display. They were also gathering around Jacob, who was already reading a Bluey book to a few wide-eyed children. I didn’t even have to ask him to read to them, either, and I thought he’d have a hard time being around so many strangers with his agoraphobia, but it seemed like he had come a long way in only a few