The Dog Collar Murders
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This novel follows "Murder in the Collective" and "Sisters of the Road", which feature the sleuth Pam Nilsen. It investigates the suspicious death of Loie Marsh before she gets the chance to speak against pornography at a conference on sexuality and the feminist issues which arise from it.
though, and I shuddered a little to think what the passing Jesuits must be thinking about this conference. The person she was talking to could have been a man or woman wearing a trenchcoat and a cap. Gracie was warming up to her speech, but it was almost too much effort to listen to it. Compared with Loie, Gracie was low-key and far too rational. Perhaps we’d gotten too used to the chest-thumping evangelism of our favorite feminist speakers, who could make us respond with our hearts, not our
They must all be family. Almost everyone in the chapel was a woman, and most of them looked as if they’d been to the conference. Of course no sexual liberals were here, unless you counted me and Penny, and we were more like sexual mugwumps on the fence that divided the perverts from the puritans. I saw Elizabeth Ketteridge, but she didn’t see me. One of these days I’d have to come to terms with the feelings it roused in me to run into her out of her office, and to see her no longer as a counselor
said. Still, we’d each given up our apartments and so far hadn’t made any plans for what to do when Peggy and Denise came back at the end of October. The problem was that living together had raised more questions than it had answered for us: how close did we want to be; were we strictly monogamous; was this a relationship made in heaven that would last forever or just your usual two year lesbian romance? The houseboat was small and very shipshape, a rectangle divided ingeniously into different
another ten minutes. Finally I agreed to take Antonia at eight-thirty in the morning and Penny said she’d pick her up no later than seven-thirty that night. I was glad Hadley was working and couldn’t see me getting ready for the film with Gracie. I took a long bath, moussed my hair and put on my special red-and-white-striped shirt with my straight-legged black jeans. Then I drove off to the Harvard Exit on Capitol Hill. Gracie met me in the lobby that was more like a drawing room with drapes,
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